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im contemplating keeping the gifts i bought that came in the mail the other day. true, its not in the 'christmas spirit' but theyre so cool >_< and other people will just break them. who knows. i split them up between people, and it still leaves me with at least 10. hmmm, coincodence? i think not ^_^
almost everyone on my christmas list is finished, minus a few stray people. shopping for others is hard, ive concluded. either the perfect gift is too expensive or nonexistant. and other people just refuse to say what it is they want. they dish out the ol' "oh, you don't have to give me anything. its okay, its okay." its not. pfft, everyone knows it. hell - ive used the line at least 3 times this year.
[don't read this.]
i hate that i think about you. hate that i care about your happiness. i hate that i don't know how you really feel. i hate that this distance just keeps getting greater and greater. i hate that slowly im forced to not care. so that i can stop thinking. so that i can stop worrying, questioning, believing in things that never happen. i hate that theres nothing else i can do, because every time i ask, you give me nothing.
but ultimately, i hate that through this all - i don't seem to even cross your mind.
i asked you to prove me wrong. maybe i didn't wait long enough, or maybe i just dont "get" the situation. who knows anymore. apparently - not me.
[/don't read this]
almost everyone on my christmas list is finished, minus a few stray people. shopping for others is hard, ive concluded. either the perfect gift is too expensive or nonexistant. and other people just refuse to say what it is they want. they dish out the ol' "oh, you don't have to give me anything. its okay, its okay." its not. pfft, everyone knows it. hell - ive used the line at least 3 times this year.
[don't read this.]
i hate that i think about you. hate that i care about your happiness. i hate that i don't know how you really feel. i hate that this distance just keeps getting greater and greater. i hate that slowly im forced to not care. so that i can stop thinking. so that i can stop worrying, questioning, believing in things that never happen. i hate that theres nothing else i can do, because every time i ask, you give me nothing.
but ultimately, i hate that through this all - i don't seem to even cross your mind.
i asked you to prove me wrong. maybe i didn't wait long enough, or maybe i just dont "get" the situation. who knows anymore. apparently - not me.
[/don't read this]