my sentiments exactlyquixotic_poisonJanuary 17 2005, 22:14:40 UTC
funny thing is, the other guy reads my journal (sometimes at my insistance) quite regularly...
so its one of those odd things.... but it really is a very well crafted letter.
here's the thing, while i know he believes every word to be true... (and in his world things lik ethat are possible) i'm not nearly as optimistic.. nor i suppose am i as open about my feelings... i think the last time i even ventured to make any annoucement as profound as that one it was out of sheer exhaustion... i was tired really upset and hurt, so i told the person i was so "madly in love with" (more so just in love but at that moment i thought i would never breathe again if i didn't tell him i loved him) how i felt... through a bunch of tears and stuff... but he had a girlfriend and his hands wer kinda tied.
so yeah...
Duckie has never been jaded so he's never actually had to guard himself from telling someone exactly how he feels... which is fine.. but it kinda make me wonder how on earth i became the way i am... why couldn't i be just as whimsical and just as deeply open...
I'm jealous of his naievity. and i mean that in no way to be condescending, i wish i could express myself the way he did/ does... he sprent two weeks writing that letter.. the last time i spent two weeks on writing anything was when i was in 4th grade writing my report for the california missions... after that i started writing all of my papers from start to finish within a couple of days....
so its one of those odd things.... but it really is a very well crafted letter.
here's the thing, while i know he believes every word to be true... (and in his world things lik ethat are possible) i'm not nearly as optimistic.. nor i suppose am i as open about my feelings... i think the last time i even ventured to make any annoucement as profound as that one it was out of sheer exhaustion... i was tired really upset and hurt, so i told the person i was so "madly in love with" (more so just in love but at that moment i thought i would never breathe again if i didn't tell him i loved him) how i felt... through a bunch of tears and stuff... but he had a girlfriend and his hands wer kinda tied.
so yeah...
Duckie has never been jaded so he's never actually had to guard himself from telling someone exactly how he feels... which is fine.. but it kinda make me wonder how on earth i became the way i am... why couldn't i be just as whimsical and just as deeply open...
I'm jealous of his naievity. and i mean that in no way to be condescending, i wish i could express myself the way he did/ does... he sprent two weeks writing that letter.. the last time i spent two weeks on writing anything was when i was in 4th grade writing my report for the california missions... after that i started writing all of my papers from start to finish within a couple of days....
oh well i have to go back to work now...
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