That's when my restlessness begins, please don't let it win.. I'm so tired again.
It is break up day in the AC, kids!
Eliza and Chris. Pete and me.
Yeah, that's right. Everyone knew it would happen. Every time I told someone about dating him they'd be completely surprised. "Are you serious!?" Yes, I was serious.
"We'll always be that way, no matter what they say."
Well, what they say got the best of me this time. And I asked so many people for advice on him and only one person told me the truth on what they thought. Only one person told me maybe it's just not worth it, but that person is friends with Pete so I won't say any names.
But to that person - thank you.
I'm not really... sad. No, sad isn't the right word here. I'm just disappointed. There was I think maybe one day in there that I did, in fact, love him. Maybe more than one day but I can only think of one day when there was a distinct feeling of loving him.
Maybe it was indigestion.
It was wasted time. We didn't build any kind of history in our time together so it just basically, to me, wraps up to time misspent. Time I could have been using to try and find someone who would touch me and who would talk to me and who would attempt to make me smile and who cared when I was down. Someone who didn't just ask for sympathy when they were down.
He never noticed that he was hurting me. Not that that's anything new, no one ever really does. That was so fucking emo, someone shoot me for saying that.
Whatever. I'm still wasting my time on this just from writing about it. It was never worth it. There was never anything there. He never cared. I only partially cared. I don't think I'll ever find that 'soul mate' that we always bitched about on Dawson's Creek.
It's okay though. I don't really care.
Eliza and Chris. Pete and me.
Yeah, that's right. Everyone knew it would happen. Every time I told someone about dating him they'd be completely surprised. "Are you serious!?" Yes, I was serious.
"We'll always be that way, no matter what they say."
Well, what they say got the best of me this time. And I asked so many people for advice on him and only one person told me the truth on what they thought. Only one person told me maybe it's just not worth it, but that person is friends with Pete so I won't say any names.
But to that person - thank you.
I'm not really... sad. No, sad isn't the right word here. I'm just disappointed. There was I think maybe one day in there that I did, in fact, love him. Maybe more than one day but I can only think of one day when there was a distinct feeling of loving him.
Maybe it was indigestion.
It was wasted time. We didn't build any kind of history in our time together so it just basically, to me, wraps up to time misspent. Time I could have been using to try and find someone who would touch me and who would talk to me and who would attempt to make me smile and who cared when I was down. Someone who didn't just ask for sympathy when they were down.
He never noticed that he was hurting me. Not that that's anything new, no one ever really does. That was so fucking emo, someone shoot me for saying that.
Whatever. I'm still wasting my time on this just from writing about it. It was never worth it. There was never anything there. He never cared. I only partially cared. I don't think I'll ever find that 'soul mate' that we always bitched about on Dawson's Creek.
It's okay though. I don't really care.