"Everything looks perfect from far away... come down."
Here we are. Saturday at quarter to 2. I may be wrong... but I sure am happy.
About a week ago, I told someone that I wouldn't persue ANYTHING with ANY boy, because I'm going to be leaving in a few months. I didn't want to start something, and then have a painful goodbye in August.
I may be a hypocrite... but I don't care anymore. There IS someone, dammit. I am happy when I'm with him. No, it's not that kid who wants sex from me. No, it's noone at Scumberland Regional. No, it's noone that many of you even know. I don't know if it'll go anywhere in the long run... but I'm actually happy about something, for the first time in a long time. Still, there's something holding me back. Most of you know what that is. There're actually a few things. One of which being the fear that I have a curse of terrible taste in men... and what I think might be a good thing, always turns into a trainwreck. But I don't want to be a trainwreck anymore. I want the safety of being in someone's arms. I want to feel content balancing on the thin line between forever and disaster. It has been too, damn, long. And I'm tired of chasing.
--Gwennie
About a week ago, I told someone that I wouldn't persue ANYTHING with ANY boy, because I'm going to be leaving in a few months. I didn't want to start something, and then have a painful goodbye in August.
I may be a hypocrite... but I don't care anymore. There IS someone, dammit. I am happy when I'm with him. No, it's not that kid who wants sex from me. No, it's noone at Scumberland Regional. No, it's noone that many of you even know. I don't know if it'll go anywhere in the long run... but I'm actually happy about something, for the first time in a long time. Still, there's something holding me back. Most of you know what that is. There're actually a few things. One of which being the fear that I have a curse of terrible taste in men... and what I think might be a good thing, always turns into a trainwreck. But I don't want to be a trainwreck anymore. I want the safety of being in someone's arms. I want to feel content balancing on the thin line between forever and disaster. It has been too, damn, long. And I'm tired of chasing.
--Gwennie