Please don't remind me, put your past behind me
as discovered at quebrada today, love's like a bicycle!
once you've had one and lost it, whenever somebody mentions their bike, yours comes to mind.
they're replaceable.
it just takes a long, long time. cause the hole doesn't go away 'til you fill it up again.
a few weeks ago, i was out with a few friends, and THE EXXXXXXXXXXX drove by, and asked to hang out. we turned it down, and i felt bad, so i IMd a few times to apologize. no response. then, today, i get a message telling me to leave him alone. huh? leave YOU alone? you asked me to hang out and i apologized for saying no. ohh, i get it? no.
so i sent back potentially the most evil message i've ever sent to another human in my life, now feeling quite hypocritical. maybe i have power issues, but i had to be the shutter-downer. so i shut. locked. walked away. end.
the cool thing is, this seems to have already been removed from my schemas. (psych terms may be failing me, so excuse the misuse of that word, it's been a while.) when people talk about their bicycles, it isn't him who comes to mind. and it isn't necessarily a different person, either, though sometimes it is these days. it's just the feeling that i'm heading towards a good place. god it's been a long time since summer. feel new... like i've got a new summer to define myself with.
once you've had one and lost it, whenever somebody mentions their bike, yours comes to mind.
they're replaceable.
it just takes a long, long time. cause the hole doesn't go away 'til you fill it up again.
a few weeks ago, i was out with a few friends, and THE EXXXXXXXXXXX drove by, and asked to hang out. we turned it down, and i felt bad, so i IMd a few times to apologize. no response. then, today, i get a message telling me to leave him alone. huh? leave YOU alone? you asked me to hang out and i apologized for saying no. ohh, i get it? no.
so i sent back potentially the most evil message i've ever sent to another human in my life, now feeling quite hypocritical. maybe i have power issues, but i had to be the shutter-downer. so i shut. locked. walked away. end.
the cool thing is, this seems to have already been removed from my schemas. (psych terms may be failing me, so excuse the misuse of that word, it's been a while.) when people talk about their bicycles, it isn't him who comes to mind. and it isn't necessarily a different person, either, though sometimes it is these days. it's just the feeling that i'm heading towards a good place. god it's been a long time since summer. feel new... like i've got a new summer to define myself with.