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i try not to write on here, to avoid conflict, but moreover, to prove that i don't need it.
but old habits lurk inside.
my words are so cold, and i wouldn't want them to hurt you.
so many people i just want to lash out at, i've held in so long.
i'm so bad at attending school, i just started a new job yesterday and each new day, i'm finding something hidden about myself.
i've realized i put on such a show of lower indifference. why? beats me.
Ian and i are in love...living together is a comfort and challenge rolled together...you have to give and take, go with the flow, stand for what is right when needed, ect. ect. ect...but at the end of the night, all that seems to matter is that bed we've made together.
i worry over little things, like, is he happy? but he sticks around. i'm difficult beyond belief, i'm sure. too stubborn for our own good, but we always crack.
but old habits lurk inside.
my words are so cold, and i wouldn't want them to hurt you.
so many people i just want to lash out at, i've held in so long.
i'm so bad at attending school, i just started a new job yesterday and each new day, i'm finding something hidden about myself.
i've realized i put on such a show of lower indifference. why? beats me.
Ian and i are in love...living together is a comfort and challenge rolled together...you have to give and take, go with the flow, stand for what is right when needed, ect. ect. ect...but at the end of the night, all that seems to matter is that bed we've made together.
i worry over little things, like, is he happy? but he sticks around. i'm difficult beyond belief, i'm sure. too stubborn for our own good, but we always crack.