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If there was ever a time when I just really needed a hug, this would be it. Sounds a bit odd coming from someone who generally doesn't like being touched. Touch can control. It can cloud your senses and your sense of self and allow an outsider to get too close and take what isn't rightfully theirs to take, be it your virginity or your heart.
I haven't lost my virginity yet, so stop your gaping. I'm still one of the rare birds.
I just really need a hug right now.
Emotions hit you when you are most vulnerable, taking advantage of your weakened state of mind and tugging at the loneliness you feel deep inside. There's a black hole there, an abyss that will never allow light in. At least, that's what a goth might say, or even an emo. All in all, there's truth to it. You've just gotten out of a rocky relationship, for whatever reason and whatever method of the break, and in a sense you feel exposed. The nasty things your ex says about you hit you hard and you wonder if they ever cared for you in the first place. You begin to doubt yourself.
Soft words cloud your mind and make you feel loved again.
Do you cling to those words, or do you keep your distance and allow yourself time to heal? Are you looking for Mr/Ms. Right or Mr./Ms. Right Now?
How long can you hold out before your own emotions betray you?
How can you miss what you've never had?
Can you withstand the emotional exposure?
Allow yourself time to heal.
That's what I have to keep telling myself.
I've been ripped open and my soul laid bare, faults magnified and picked apart like I'm some sort of science experiment. Dissected. He really did a number on me, and he's not through with me yet. He's planning on doing more. There is more for him to pry apart and show to others, things that may not even be a part of me, but rather a part of HIM that he denies. Well, go ahead, you bastard. Rip me apart at the seams and expose me.
You're only showing your true colors by doing so.
I hate you.
Touch can control so many things. Touch tells you a person's true intent before they know it themselves. Touch can tell you so much about a person.
If all I have to look forward to is being betrayed by touch...
Don't touch me.
Thank you, Jeff.
You've ruined me. You all ruined me. Now I need to be fixed.
Someone, just shut me off and fix me. I can't take being broken anymore.
This bout of Disjointed Musing has concluded.
You may continue with your respective lives...
....Except Jeff. He needs to fall off that bridge he claims to live under.
Bastard.
I haven't lost my virginity yet, so stop your gaping. I'm still one of the rare birds.
I just really need a hug right now.
Emotions hit you when you are most vulnerable, taking advantage of your weakened state of mind and tugging at the loneliness you feel deep inside. There's a black hole there, an abyss that will never allow light in. At least, that's what a goth might say, or even an emo. All in all, there's truth to it. You've just gotten out of a rocky relationship, for whatever reason and whatever method of the break, and in a sense you feel exposed. The nasty things your ex says about you hit you hard and you wonder if they ever cared for you in the first place. You begin to doubt yourself.
Soft words cloud your mind and make you feel loved again.
Do you cling to those words, or do you keep your distance and allow yourself time to heal? Are you looking for Mr/Ms. Right or Mr./Ms. Right Now?
How long can you hold out before your own emotions betray you?
How can you miss what you've never had?
Can you withstand the emotional exposure?
Allow yourself time to heal.
That's what I have to keep telling myself.
I've been ripped open and my soul laid bare, faults magnified and picked apart like I'm some sort of science experiment. Dissected. He really did a number on me, and he's not through with me yet. He's planning on doing more. There is more for him to pry apart and show to others, things that may not even be a part of me, but rather a part of HIM that he denies. Well, go ahead, you bastard. Rip me apart at the seams and expose me.
You're only showing your true colors by doing so.
I hate you.
Touch can control so many things. Touch tells you a person's true intent before they know it themselves. Touch can tell you so much about a person.
If all I have to look forward to is being betrayed by touch...
Don't touch me.
Thank you, Jeff.
You've ruined me. You all ruined me. Now I need to be fixed.
Someone, just shut me off and fix me. I can't take being broken anymore.
This bout of Disjointed Musing has concluded.
You may continue with your respective lives...
....Except Jeff. He needs to fall off that bridge he claims to live under.
Bastard.