"Truthfully? Robin's better than the girl of my dreams. She's real."

That's how I felt about Micah. He filled so few of the things I wanted in a dude, but it was only because he was more, he was better, than all of the things I wanted, that I thought I needed.

he was just better.

I hate the past tense.

I really want to write a coherent post. I do. I want to write well, and with meaning, but all I can do is write what I'm thinking. Because I can't say this stuff out loud. I look at my phone, and who can I call? I just want to call him, and normally I would just be calling Micah. But he's gone, and we're done, forever, so I only have this. This ( Read more... )

I just don't know where to go from here. I don't want to start over. I never wanted to have to start over ( Read more... )

Would it have been better if we dragged it out ( Read more... )

 Fuck it. Fuck all of this. I hate him. I hate him for being a coward, and I hate him for hurting me this much, I hate him for wanting to be friends, and I just hate him. I hate him I hate him I hate him. I hate him for not calling me. I hate him for sticking by this decision. I hate him for everything he's ever done for me. I hate him for saying ( Read more... )

 I don't want to be broken up. I want to be together ( Read more... )

 Today I went on my facebook page to see what my info box said. I was pretty sure it said "We are far too young and clever" which is my favorite line from "Come On Eileen."

I'm not too young and clever. That's how I felt coming out here, and here I am, questioning whether or not I'm supposed to be here. I've been questioning that for several weeks ( Read more... )

 I don't know why I'm here ( Read more... )

 There are just some songs that make me weak and warm inside, that make me tear up. "The Temptation of Adam" by Josh Ritter is one of them. I get more emotional lately. It's true of this time of year in general, and it's especially true of this year specifically ( Read more... )

I feel guilty for not effectively keeping up my livejournal. I am 22, I guess I have other concerns - working, schooling...that pretty much consumes my life. I feel guilty that I mostly feel the need to write in here when I'm unhappy, so this journal disproportionately shows my depressed moods over my happy, or even content moods.

I also feel ( Read more... )