"he has no problems making you feel like a dick, why dont you share the sentiment"
I am such a clumsy person. I thought I wore my heart on my sleeve, but apparantly, I have a thick facade and my heart only slips out once in while and in the worst possible way. I broke all ties with someone yesterday and though I'm glad that I can REALLY stop thinking about it for a while, I started the process in such a bitchy fahion... I succombed to referring to this person on my away message. It was a glorious quote, by cait smith, and i felt, at the time, that i needed to find any sort of catalyst to get these hurt feelings as far away as possible. i wanted a knife to sharply severe all bonds. I got the knife and I made a clean slit.
After I ran switchbacks in my room and cried on cait's shoulder, we went to the grind and later, the sunken gardens. In my delirium, and freed by my 16 or so hours of sleep in the last 4 nights, I froliced, mostly naked back to reves. It was about 10:30 pm.
When I got home I had two messages from crushboy (shhh. motherfuckas) and that made me immensely happy. but, I am way too clumsy and tired to do anything with that. I'm also way too awkward especially when my facade has gaping holes in it. but i'd rather be awkward then point someone to the sky and be all too smooth.
After I ran switchbacks in my room and cried on cait's shoulder, we went to the grind and later, the sunken gardens. In my delirium, and freed by my 16 or so hours of sleep in the last 4 nights, I froliced, mostly naked back to reves. It was about 10:30 pm.
When I got home I had two messages from crushboy (shhh. motherfuckas) and that made me immensely happy. but, I am way too clumsy and tired to do anything with that. I'm also way too awkward especially when my facade has gaping holes in it. but i'd rather be awkward then point someone to the sky and be all too smooth.