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yea, interesting summer, i would say.
did some things i never thought i would ever do, and it felt like the most amazing thing. i also did some things that felt something close to the polar fukcing opposite of good.
ive met a lot of people, and done a lot of things, seen a lot of music, had a lot of really awesome times.
from this time last year, or even better yet, the year before i am a completely different person, i look at myself sometimes and forget who iam , it all comes rushing back though, iam Tara, and iam pretty fucking aces folks.
i know more then i knew before, i didn't rest, i didn't stop.
i think im moving into wanting someone, i didnt for some time, i didn't want to miss trust or the touching or the consistent presence of someone i have to be careful with, but i think i could trust someone again, and i think i could like the touching, and adore the presence, its only that now- i cant see one person who could make me see those things in them.
i also have a hard time for believing that someone will see me again, the way i love to be seen, the way they have to see m to love me.....i think about this stuff too much, this love sick shit.
yea, interesting summer, i would say.
did some things i never thought i would ever do, and it felt like the most amazing thing. i also did some things that felt something close to the polar fukcing opposite of good.
ive met a lot of people, and done a lot of things, seen a lot of music, had a lot of really awesome times.
from this time last year, or even better yet, the year before i am a completely different person, i look at myself sometimes and forget who iam , it all comes rushing back though, iam Tara, and iam pretty fucking aces folks.
i know more then i knew before, i didn't rest, i didn't stop.
i think im moving into wanting someone, i didnt for some time, i didn't want to miss trust or the touching or the consistent presence of someone i have to be careful with, but i think i could trust someone again, and i think i could like the touching, and adore the presence, its only that now- i cant see one person who could make me see those things in them.
i also have a hard time for believing that someone will see me again, the way i love to be seen, the way they have to see m to love me.....i think about this stuff too much, this love sick shit.