I hate writing things like this.
So, seriously, I am really happy. I don't know how to explain it...but, I think I actually believe him now. Last night, we talked about alot of different things. He opened up, in a sense...well, as much as he knows how to... Which is sad, sort of. Ok, well, it is sad. He asked me to try and make it work. We talked about everything, since I started thinking he was cool, back in August... Lol. I told him the truth about everything and he did the same. Well, ya know, I'm trusting that he did. And, since it wasn't all positive, why would he have lied? Ya know.
Beauty and the Beast. That still cracks me up.
He was really nice to me, though, and well, he is really nice to me. I don't know how to handle it, though. I just want to slap him and tell him how wrong he is, every time he says something good about me. Gahhh...I have problems.
He says he wants me to be happy. He doesn't get it, though: I am happy. I am always happy. Even when I cry, I'm happy. This kid seems to think that I can be even happier...without all the problems and such. I don't go a day without some really shitty factor screwing up my life. I like it that way. Keeps me aware of things, I guess. (This is off topic: My brother, Matt, 22, is now living with me...wherever I am living for the night...from night to night.. He got into some bad stuff in WPB and I had to go get him and he is now, just with me...and we're going to figure out our lives together...hopefully...) I told Rian if my life ever really went "well" I would freak the hell out and mess it up on purpose or something... I could never handle a good thing. Ever.
Moral of the post: I am really happy that I am with him. I really think it is going to work. He really deserves it, too, anyways. Maybe, I do too. Who the hell knows.
[This post was meant to be better and more positive than it actually was.]
Beauty and the Beast. That still cracks me up.
He was really nice to me, though, and well, he is really nice to me. I don't know how to handle it, though. I just want to slap him and tell him how wrong he is, every time he says something good about me. Gahhh...I have problems.
He says he wants me to be happy. He doesn't get it, though: I am happy. I am always happy. Even when I cry, I'm happy. This kid seems to think that I can be even happier...without all the problems and such. I don't go a day without some really shitty factor screwing up my life. I like it that way. Keeps me aware of things, I guess. (This is off topic: My brother, Matt, 22, is now living with me...wherever I am living for the night...from night to night.. He got into some bad stuff in WPB and I had to go get him and he is now, just with me...and we're going to figure out our lives together...hopefully...) I told Rian if my life ever really went "well" I would freak the hell out and mess it up on purpose or something... I could never handle a good thing. Ever.
Moral of the post: I am really happy that I am with him. I really think it is going to work. He really deserves it, too, anyways. Maybe, I do too. Who the hell knows.
[This post was meant to be better and more positive than it actually was.]