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Movies I've watched in the last few days.
*Bucket List
*The Flock
*The Diving Bell and the Butterfly
*Crazy Love
*Bella
I will watch
*The Spiderwick Chronicles
*Motorcycle Diaries (AGAIN!!)
*Strange Wilderness
*Dans Paris
There are very few people I feel the need to explain myself to. And those people I don't NEED to because they know already. It might make me seem really mean, or really void, or cold, but honestly, I'm really bored by caring about it. But right now, I almost feel I owe someone an explanation and that makes me angry. Do I feel vulnerable? Doubtful. Maybe I just have to admit that it's come time to address the previous ongoing situation because it's crippling my chances of carrying on any sort of relationship with the opposite sex. Even purely physical relationships seem like such a waste of my time. And I've NEVER been the kind of person to think that. EVER. I'm just so unimpressed by even the most sincere attempt to weasel their way in. Or maybe I need to change my outlook. Not everyone BUT him is a fucking weasel. And god damn it, he can be a fucking weasel too!! Of course, when I tell him this, he'll give me fifty reasons why this other dude will only irritate the shit out of me and make me rip his heart out anyway..
While in my pitiful state today, all I could think about was a song. And not just the song, this one particular stanza. And it was interesting to me that that was the one I chose to sing over and over in my head. And the trumpets lyrics.
And I will love to see that day
That day is mine
When she will marry me outside with the willow trees
And play the songs we made
They made me so
And I would love to see that day
Her day was mine
*Bucket List
*The Flock
*The Diving Bell and the Butterfly
*Crazy Love
*Bella
I will watch
*The Spiderwick Chronicles
*Motorcycle Diaries (AGAIN!!)
*Strange Wilderness
*Dans Paris
There are very few people I feel the need to explain myself to. And those people I don't NEED to because they know already. It might make me seem really mean, or really void, or cold, but honestly, I'm really bored by caring about it. But right now, I almost feel I owe someone an explanation and that makes me angry. Do I feel vulnerable? Doubtful. Maybe I just have to admit that it's come time to address the previous ongoing situation because it's crippling my chances of carrying on any sort of relationship with the opposite sex. Even purely physical relationships seem like such a waste of my time. And I've NEVER been the kind of person to think that. EVER. I'm just so unimpressed by even the most sincere attempt to weasel their way in. Or maybe I need to change my outlook. Not everyone BUT him is a fucking weasel. And god damn it, he can be a fucking weasel too!! Of course, when I tell him this, he'll give me fifty reasons why this other dude will only irritate the shit out of me and make me rip his heart out anyway..
While in my pitiful state today, all I could think about was a song. And not just the song, this one particular stanza. And it was interesting to me that that was the one I chose to sing over and over in my head. And the trumpets lyrics.
And I will love to see that day
That day is mine
When she will marry me outside with the willow trees
And play the songs we made
They made me so
And I would love to see that day
Her day was mine