The Witch Trials of Ponce de Leon
I've never been this lonely on St. V's. It's this overwhelming feeling of despair and solitude. It's like that scene in Fantasia where all the centaurs are finding their soul-mates and the blue girl centaur is all alone. All my friends are slowly but surely finding that "other half," and while I smile for their happiness, I can't help but to inadvertantly twist the knife.
Not gonna lie: the news Ryan told me today was a little heartbreaking. It SHOULDN'T be, though!
Why am I trying to keep it going? To deflect from the other? Whom I'm not even sure IS?
I still regret not having sex w/ him. Not gonna lie, not gonna lie.
On top of everything David wasangry at me today for things I've said in joke, but maybe went too far w/. Oh and my suitemate hates me.
I feel like its Grace all over again (minus the threats, stalking, and suicide attempts), sharing a house with someone but not even uttering a syllable, lest it include a request for physical relocation. Hmph, I havern't even gotten THAT out of Kera.
Judgements, judgementsm judgements... why don't people place themselves in other's shoes before burning them at the stake?
Not gonna lie: the news Ryan told me today was a little heartbreaking. It SHOULDN'T be, though!
Why am I trying to keep it going? To deflect from the other? Whom I'm not even sure IS?
I still regret not having sex w/ him. Not gonna lie, not gonna lie.
On top of everything David wasangry at me today for things I've said in joke, but maybe went too far w/. Oh and my suitemate hates me.
I feel like its Grace all over again (minus the threats, stalking, and suicide attempts), sharing a house with someone but not even uttering a syllable, lest it include a request for physical relocation. Hmph, I havern't even gotten THAT out of Kera.
Judgements, judgementsm judgements... why don't people place themselves in other's shoes before burning them at the stake?