i think there's a difference between being x's girlfriend in the eyes of x and in the eyes of x's friends. to my friends, bong is secondary to me, and the other way around for bong's friends. i think that's just a dynamic of relationships. i think it becomes a problem when x thinks of you as his property too.
i don't know, i think i was kidding myself for ever thinking i could function properly with another person. everything i've ever accomplished in life has been solely based on the independant time i devoted to it. i never even liked having a partner in biology! friendships and relationships are exhausting to me. i feel like everything's already been said and done.
i admire the agreement you n' bong have, as unconventional as it may seem.
well well, as you know, i have been struggling with this subject in my mind. but as a lighthearted answer to the issue: oy oy! don't feel guilty for not fucking who you don't want to fuck. and don't feel guilty for fucking who you want to fuck.
when you give yourself to a boy and then he runs off with your self, can you get that identity back or do you just have to start afresh? it's hard starting over.
and to end on a lighthearted note: you're hot. let's fuck. (after we run away to wyoming would probably be a good time for this to happen. hehehehehee.)
why thank you for the lovely-lightheartedness. i'm just feelin' very sad lately (lately??!!) because i'm starting to realize that nothing is genuine anymore.
here's to a new life in wyoming; where gentlemen tip their hats, every moment is an excuse to break into song, and everyone is dressed by birds.
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i admire the agreement you n' bong have, as unconventional as it may seem.
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but as a lighthearted answer to the issue:
oy oy! don't feel guilty for not fucking who you don't want to fuck.
and don't feel guilty for fucking who you want to fuck.
when you give yourself to a boy and then he runs off with your self,
can you get that identity back
or do you just have to start afresh?
it's hard starting over.
and to end on a lighthearted note:
you're hot. let's fuck.
(after we run away to wyoming would probably be a good time for this to happen. hehehehehee.)
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here's to a new life in wyoming; where gentlemen tip their hats, every moment is an excuse to break into song, and everyone is dressed by birds.
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