Everything Keeps Coming Back To You

Mar 18, 2007 22:20

I'm trying to think about somebody/something else. I really am. But i usually fail... Everything, every goddamn little thing is now compared in my life with him. Let alone chemistry and himself. My job, my collegues, my Academy, my music, my airport, my pc and my future mac, my usa, my books, my nails, my Armani's and Versace's, my patients, my ( Read more... )

him, love, aa, friends, help me

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bestbestbest March 18 2007, 20:34:39 UTC
oh hon.. i love u so much, sorry for my rude laugh, i'm so egocentric.. i'm so sorry.. i can't believe i hurted u...

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cuorecaldo March 18 2007, 20:50:00 UTC
no hun, stop it. your laugh wasn't rude AT ALL, u got it??? you're NOT egocentric, did you get it??? and you didn't actually hurt me...
the thing is- even when i told you there's nothing funny anymore, when i told you i want to hear something serious, when my soul was screaming out in my letter to you- you kept on laughing.

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bestbestbest March 18 2007, 20:51:43 UTC
i got it. i'll stop laugh. i promise.
The truth is: i dunno what to advise u seriously..

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cuorecaldo March 18 2007, 21:03:55 UTC
don't stop laughing, especially when you can't help it:))) i love it, when you laugh at my letters, really.
if you don't know- say it. no need to bullshit about pink handcuffs.

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fionaa March 19 2007, 11:33:48 UTC
i understand you. seriously. i got quite many points of this entry. and i felt those ways you're talking about. such as laughing when all you want to hear is serious words and 'blessing' as love definition which isn't really true.
*hugs*

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cuorecaldo March 19 2007, 17:03:17 UTC
thank you so much, hunnie... thank you... i believe you're among a small bunch of people, who would understand this.

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fionaa March 20 2007, 08:36:25 UTC
hey hun, i guess it was earlier than we added each other, but here is my last poetry (i wrote it 2 weeks ago): http://fiona-adam.livejournal.com/359450.html
i remembered about it now because of last lines:

And butterflies which live inside
They transfer us to other side
We're full of thoughts and full of mess
But what is love? - A curse or bless?

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cuorecaldo March 20 2007, 19:13:08 UTC
hey!!!!! the poetry is just awesome!!!! i adore it, i really do!!!
i used to write poems myself, they're somewhere...
but your poem rocks...

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