Damn it I'm Iris again!
mistakes are known for being something you make that are incorrect, and must of the times when you make it you have no idea you're indeed making a mistake, so how do you call when you're making a mistake and you know it? cynicism? ..... I found a better word
STUPIDITY!! or in everybody terms being in love
yes people, after almost a year of having *something*, I actually think I'm in love, I have been thinking for the past week, since that infamous talk last Thursday, that overall the things he did to me, over all the going and the coming, I'm in love
FUCK, FUCK FUCK!!!
why is it that I'm not seeing bird out my window, and singing like I was in a musical, well the writers of the holiday are better in this than me so just read:
Iris: I've found almost everything ever written about love to be true. Shakespeare said "Journeys end in lovers meeting." What an extraordinary thought. Personally, I have not experienced anything remotely close to that, but I am more than willing to believe Shakespeare had. I suppose I think about love more than anyone really should. I am constantly amazed by its sheer power to alter and define our lives. It was Shakespeare who also said "love is blind". Now that is something I know to be true. For some quite inexplicably, love fades; for others love is simply lost. But then of course love can also be found, even if just for the night. And then, there's another kind of love: the cruelest kind. The one that almost kills its victims. Its called unrequited love. Of that I am an expert. Most love stories are about people who fall in love with each other. But what about the rest of us? What about our stories, those of us who fall in love alone? We are the victims of the one sided affair. We are the cursed of the loved ones. We are the unloved ones, the walking wounded. The handicapped without the advantage of a great parking space! Yes, you are looking at one such individual. And I have willingly loved that man for over three miserable years! (ok in my case I have just realize I love him, so it's a biggy but not a huge biggy)The absolute worst years of my life! The worst Christmas', the worst Birthday's, New Years Eve's brought in by tears and valium. These years that I have been in love have been the darkest days of my life. All because I've been cursed by being in love with a man who does not and will not love me back. Oh god, just the sight of him! Heart pounding! Throat thickening! Absolutely can't swallow! All the usual symptoms
I'm a mess right now, not in flesh, but internally, I can concentrate in anything, ANYTHING! and for making things worst we are seeing each other again, and I'm smiling, I'M FREAKING SMILLING!!! damn it!!! I'm going to have to lay it low again, get things to normal, and I'm going to have to do it fast or I'm going to suffer even more
Fuck!
At least I hope he is not reading this, because the other day saw what website was this *sigh*
people say love is beautiful, but when you get in this terms, the terms I'm having, why is so dangerous to have an open heart?
STUPIDITY!! or in everybody terms being in love
yes people, after almost a year of having *something*, I actually think I'm in love, I have been thinking for the past week, since that infamous talk last Thursday, that overall the things he did to me, over all the going and the coming, I'm in love
FUCK, FUCK FUCK!!!
why is it that I'm not seeing bird out my window, and singing like I was in a musical, well the writers of the holiday are better in this than me so just read:
Iris: I've found almost everything ever written about love to be true. Shakespeare said "Journeys end in lovers meeting." What an extraordinary thought. Personally, I have not experienced anything remotely close to that, but I am more than willing to believe Shakespeare had. I suppose I think about love more than anyone really should. I am constantly amazed by its sheer power to alter and define our lives. It was Shakespeare who also said "love is blind". Now that is something I know to be true. For some quite inexplicably, love fades; for others love is simply lost. But then of course love can also be found, even if just for the night. And then, there's another kind of love: the cruelest kind. The one that almost kills its victims. Its called unrequited love. Of that I am an expert. Most love stories are about people who fall in love with each other. But what about the rest of us? What about our stories, those of us who fall in love alone? We are the victims of the one sided affair. We are the cursed of the loved ones. We are the unloved ones, the walking wounded. The handicapped without the advantage of a great parking space! Yes, you are looking at one such individual. And I have willingly loved that man for over three miserable years! (ok in my case I have just realize I love him, so it's a biggy but not a huge biggy)The absolute worst years of my life! The worst Christmas', the worst Birthday's, New Years Eve's brought in by tears and valium. These years that I have been in love have been the darkest days of my life. All because I've been cursed by being in love with a man who does not and will not love me back. Oh god, just the sight of him! Heart pounding! Throat thickening! Absolutely can't swallow! All the usual symptoms
I'm a mess right now, not in flesh, but internally, I can concentrate in anything, ANYTHING! and for making things worst we are seeing each other again, and I'm smiling, I'M FREAKING SMILLING!!! damn it!!! I'm going to have to lay it low again, get things to normal, and I'm going to have to do it fast or I'm going to suffer even more
Fuck!
At least I hope he is not reading this, because the other day saw what website was this *sigh*
people say love is beautiful, but when you get in this terms, the terms I'm having, why is so dangerous to have an open heart?