cracked heels and tired feet

Jul 02, 2006 23:08

I can't function like this.
I can't cut him out. He's away and I have no choice. Mike makes it seem like it was all my decision. Was it really, though? Did I really have any say in the matter?

I just want his stuff out. I can't very well forget about someone if their belongings sit in my bedroom like a lingering taste in your mouth that refuses to go away. There were too many problems for it to work. Weren't there? And then I question, doesn't love prevail? Does that mean that love wasn't really -there at all?

Thinking about Malina and him makes me sick. It kills me. Then, I'm reminded of what Stacy said, "It's his fault if he goes from the most gorgeous, crazy ass singer,with a great sense of humor, and one of the sweetest personalities, to some town slut.

Maybe it's all a balance of logic kicking romance in the pants.

And it doesn't make me any happier. I need to work more. I meet nice people. Nice boys.

I need to just get over it.

Dustin got really sick. Rachael's been in the hospital every night with him. They didn't want to cancel the wedding again, so they got married right there, in the hospital. It was lovely. I played for them.

I am always going to crave a love like that. I can't convince myself everytime that every relationship is it. That really, I don't need to worry, because I have everything figured out. I just need to take it for what it is, because It's probably going to die out, once the newness wears off.
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