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I have to go back to Charlottesville for good this Thursday. Goodbye Philly. I hate the way everything turned out. I wish my partner in crime would move down with me- I don't know why he wants to stay other than the fact he's stubborn and ''has to live in the city.'' Richmond is a city, but apparently that's just not as cool as Philly. Fucking people and their street cred. Haven't we all had enough? APPARENTLY NOT.
So it's back home. I don't even get to say goodbye to my partner in crime. This sucks. I just don't understand why I thought this guy was as in love as I was. I'm so stupid- you'd think I'd learn after awhile. I'd have moved anywhere for him, I'm pathetic. I was talking to my mom yesterday and she thinks I need to be single for awhile. I have never been single. I don't want to find another guy.
I want my partner in crime. No one else is like him. No one. He's sensitive, a good writer, has great thoughts and ideas, he's incredibly smart, a critical thinker, he won't let me walk all over him, he's clever, incredibly handsome, the best sex I've ever had, adventurous but able to relax and read and enjoy being at home, he's a cat person, he's quiet, charming, beautiful, and incredibly incredibly stubborn. Even More Than I Am.
I keep thinking how much I hate Philly. Filthadelphia. Killadelphia. Fucking Philly. Heroin capital. Murder capital. But it's not that- I like Philly, I just hate how I will never be able to live up here with out the temptation of everyone I knew and everything that comes along with it. It's just not going to work.
So it's back home. I don't even get to say goodbye to my partner in crime. This sucks. I just don't understand why I thought this guy was as in love as I was. I'm so stupid- you'd think I'd learn after awhile. I'd have moved anywhere for him, I'm pathetic. I was talking to my mom yesterday and she thinks I need to be single for awhile. I have never been single. I don't want to find another guy.
I want my partner in crime. No one else is like him. No one. He's sensitive, a good writer, has great thoughts and ideas, he's incredibly smart, a critical thinker, he won't let me walk all over him, he's clever, incredibly handsome, the best sex I've ever had, adventurous but able to relax and read and enjoy being at home, he's a cat person, he's quiet, charming, beautiful, and incredibly incredibly stubborn. Even More Than I Am.
I keep thinking how much I hate Philly. Filthadelphia. Killadelphia. Fucking Philly. Heroin capital. Murder capital. But it's not that- I like Philly, I just hate how I will never be able to live up here with out the temptation of everyone I knew and everything that comes along with it. It's just not going to work.