God damn.
I'm so over it. I'm over whiney bitches. I'm over being nice and compassionate and understanding everything. I am a child inside and because of that everyone wants a little part of my soul... and I'm not giving it away to any but one person. Sorry. That's the way it is. You wanna know why? You wanna know how I feel about Nessa? Cause no one knows. I haven't explained it to anyone. If I did, you would leave me alone. You would fade back to the shadows. No one, not even at work, actually gets it. Only if you have seen every second we have spent together, every look, every touch;only if you have heard every word we've spoken to each other; only then would you even have an inkling of an idea. Maybe then, maybe, you would actually get the fuck over it and on with your lives. All the awkwardness would melt away and you'd be happy for me, and I would be happy to hear all about your new friends, and your adventures in dating. Because I believe I very well might have found the person that I could be happy with for the rest of my life and more. No promises, I could be wrong. "To err is human...." So I'm not saying I have, I'm saying maybe I have. It's a completely new and different feeling. Something I haven't felt before, something... beyond, something meta.
By the way... this really really isn't pointed at anyone in particular. And it's not meant to hurt anyone. I have written this for me and me alone, because I felt like I needed to. If you get mad, or happy, or sad... or anything else... it ain't my fault... it's yours. You read it, you reacted.
LXB
By the way... this really really isn't pointed at anyone in particular. And it's not meant to hurt anyone. I have written this for me and me alone, because I felt like I needed to. If you get mad, or happy, or sad... or anything else... it ain't my fault... it's yours. You read it, you reacted.
LXB