I haven't thought about livejournal in a very long time.
I have never loved anyone, I can say this with absolute confidence. For a long period of time I was almost proud of it, like it was some sort of admirable accomplishment.
I've never known what love is and never understood how others could grasp it. I always envisioned the moment someone said it to me for the first time that my response would have to be "I don't even know what that means." Now, that's a horrible thing to say to someone who is trying to open up to you but it would be the truth.
I never imagined I could stumble upon someone I don't mind seeing everyday, let alone look forward to. I can't deal with even the closest of friends after too long.
At first these were like bullet points to a post that I was going to tie together but if Shelly Brewster taught me anything, besides the worst way to remember what a direct object is, it's fuck the fluff.
The point that I was trying to get to was that love is an abstract concept without a finite definition but that's okay cause I got you and I think you get me(as much as any sensible human can).
The way this is situated makes it sound like I have just come to this realization. It's not that I didn't get it before it's just that it comes together on occasion.
Shit, if it's going to be that kind of a party
I'm gonna stick my dick in the mashed potatoes.
I've never known what love is and never understood how others could grasp it. I always envisioned the moment someone said it to me for the first time that my response would have to be "I don't even know what that means." Now, that's a horrible thing to say to someone who is trying to open up to you but it would be the truth.
I never imagined I could stumble upon someone I don't mind seeing everyday, let alone look forward to. I can't deal with even the closest of friends after too long.
At first these were like bullet points to a post that I was going to tie together but if Shelly Brewster taught me anything, besides the worst way to remember what a direct object is, it's fuck the fluff.
The point that I was trying to get to was that love is an abstract concept without a finite definition but that's okay cause I got you and I think you get me(as much as any sensible human can).
The way this is situated makes it sound like I have just come to this realization. It's not that I didn't get it before it's just that it comes together on occasion.
Shit, if it's going to be that kind of a party
I'm gonna stick my dick in the mashed potatoes.