another day another dollar.
another one off the to do list. another awkward conversation at the next party. im sick of it all. i don't want this any more. there is no real love in the world. just resign to semi-decent hook ups for the rest of your life. i thought it was real. well, someday we all grow up. someday we have nothing more to say or do. i know what i want. i want you here. i want someone here. someone specific that doesn't exist. it's unfair how perfect you are inside my head. you could never live up to these standards. i guess that's why no one bothers to try. or else every one is just as jaded by love as the next person, and we decide that hearts and emotions aren't worth anything anymore. or maybe... maybe i just dont know what im supposed to do with this sort of feeling. is it my fault? is that how i am. i dont sit there and tell you who you are, dont do it to me. you know too well, just don't tell me what i do, or who i am. dont make assumptions like that. he said "you do this on purpose. i've talked to enough people to know that the only reason you hook up with guys is to make another guy jealous." that's bullshit. i hook up with people that i think are good-looking and slightly interesting, sorry if they all just happen to get jealous. you cant say that's my fault. sounds like you have a busy day ahead of you. if you ever want to see me again, call, but dont expect one from me.
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one down, three to go.
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one down, three to go.