the truth:
it's not that i stopped caring or loving you,
because i do. in no way have i forgotten you.
often i will think of you while walking down the street,
or riding the bus or talking about good music,
brooke, i fucking love you
emy je t'aime depuis mes toujours
steph i come and go, but ever you stay
irfaan you are forever the praised & wise one
jade i think about you whenever i eat candy corn
vé, as-tu reçu ma carte? (extra nulle, oui je sais)
santal on se voit lundi ENFIN je suis désolééée x100
luella no one compares to your cutiepieface nomnomnom!
elizabeth i think about you whenever i see femmes fatales
audrey je pense à toi quand je vois de beaux petits minous
camille je pense à toi parfois, même si je ne sais pas si tu existes
rachelle, i keep on realizing we never did meet for coffee or breakfast,
and it goes on and on
for every single one of you
who are as unique as... life is.
today i found letters i'd written to no one
and then one to a 6'2" blue-eyed boy from my past:
"i think about you often. too often. always minus two minutes."
i then thought "nothing has changed, i haven't changed" -- oh, but i have
i am in cégep, i like myself, i have hips,
i do not lie, i talk in maths, i'm like a detuned radio,
i had a boyfriend (6'2" but brown-eyed) &then i didn't,
i believe in God -- and so i know, then doubt, then know again.
i still attract the weirdest guys, though.
and deep inside i still dream the same dream,
and i'm as silly as ever.
here is something i sent to a friend of mine,
here is something i wish i could say to everyone aloud,
here is the truth:
In short, I lost two people who were dear to me this past year, and maybe because of that I now frequently think about all the people who’ve been in my life. I know this sounds like end-of-life or end-of-the-year speech, but I feel this in my everyday life. Every fucking day. And although I am not really close friends with anyone who was supposed to be at the dinner, every once in a while, both during good and bad times, I feel ever so lucky and grateful that life - or rather God - put so many great people in my path, including all of you. And though you may not know it, you have all helped me so much, influenced me, taught me things about life and even myself. So this sounds like a bunch of crap and I would have prefered not to have to say it in an e-mail, but whatever. I just have to get this out (you do what you want with it, obviously), because I’m trying to focus on people that matter, whereas I have spent a great deal of time and energy recently, caring about one or two people who I later realized didn’t give a shit, and it’s not like I give to get back, but at some point it really drains you out.
thank you, thank you.
because i do. in no way have i forgotten you.
often i will think of you while walking down the street,
or riding the bus or talking about good music,
brooke, i fucking love you
emy je t'aime depuis mes toujours
steph i come and go, but ever you stay
irfaan you are forever the praised & wise one
jade i think about you whenever i eat candy corn
vé, as-tu reçu ma carte? (extra nulle, oui je sais)
santal on se voit lundi ENFIN je suis désolééée x100
luella no one compares to your cutiepieface nomnomnom!
elizabeth i think about you whenever i see femmes fatales
audrey je pense à toi quand je vois de beaux petits minous
camille je pense à toi parfois, même si je ne sais pas si tu existes
rachelle, i keep on realizing we never did meet for coffee or breakfast,
and it goes on and on
for every single one of you
who are as unique as... life is.
today i found letters i'd written to no one
and then one to a 6'2" blue-eyed boy from my past:
"i think about you often. too often. always minus two minutes."
i then thought "nothing has changed, i haven't changed" -- oh, but i have
i am in cégep, i like myself, i have hips,
i do not lie, i talk in maths, i'm like a detuned radio,
i had a boyfriend (6'2" but brown-eyed) &then i didn't,
i believe in God -- and so i know, then doubt, then know again.
i still attract the weirdest guys, though.
and deep inside i still dream the same dream,
and i'm as silly as ever.
here is something i sent to a friend of mine,
here is something i wish i could say to everyone aloud,
here is the truth:
In short, I lost two people who were dear to me this past year, and maybe because of that I now frequently think about all the people who’ve been in my life. I know this sounds like end-of-life or end-of-the-year speech, but I feel this in my everyday life. Every fucking day. And although I am not really close friends with anyone who was supposed to be at the dinner, every once in a while, both during good and bad times, I feel ever so lucky and grateful that life - or rather God - put so many great people in my path, including all of you. And though you may not know it, you have all helped me so much, influenced me, taught me things about life and even myself. So this sounds like a bunch of crap and I would have prefered not to have to say it in an e-mail, but whatever. I just have to get this out (you do what you want with it, obviously), because I’m trying to focus on people that matter, whereas I have spent a great deal of time and energy recently, caring about one or two people who I later realized didn’t give a shit, and it’s not like I give to get back, but at some point it really drains you out.
thank you, thank you.