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"maybe [love] is too strong a word for when what you mean to say is that you still care." - Ms. Emily May
I love, and I care, and I dislike, and I live lies. I talk about people in a negative fashion while they're not present, but usually not unlike the way I do tete-a-tete. So I'm just seen as a negative person.
My life is a sham, a lie, fiction; made up of routine lies, vague explanations, and forged "friendships" (in a modern sense of the term). I don't let anybody know me too much, and keep most of my thoughts to myself. So you'll just call me mysterious.
____________________I don't blame you___________________
It's always been like this, but I liked it more with my H2O; the mouse and the bear. I still have every letter and note. I've used the ticket stubs to cover the photos, but I know they're there. The evidence surrounds me daily, it's the cars driving by, the music, the fucking street names thrust me onto memory lane. It's not a bad thing to remember. I don't want to deny your existance and the significant role you play(ed) in my life; I regret not letting you know that more. I just wished things progressed differently.
Perhaps I just wasn't ready to "grow up" if growing means letting go and moving on. This Her Space Holiday is getting to me. Can we call it truths cause I'm so afraid of the future? and without you everything just seems so much bleaker. and everyone else just thinks i'm crazy.
I love, and I care, and I dislike, and I live lies. I talk about people in a negative fashion while they're not present, but usually not unlike the way I do tete-a-tete. So I'm just seen as a negative person.
My life is a sham, a lie, fiction; made up of routine lies, vague explanations, and forged "friendships" (in a modern sense of the term). I don't let anybody know me too much, and keep most of my thoughts to myself. So you'll just call me mysterious.
____________________I don't blame you___________________
It's always been like this, but I liked it more with my H2O; the mouse and the bear. I still have every letter and note. I've used the ticket stubs to cover the photos, but I know they're there. The evidence surrounds me daily, it's the cars driving by, the music, the fucking street names thrust me onto memory lane. It's not a bad thing to remember. I don't want to deny your existance and the significant role you play(ed) in my life; I regret not letting you know that more. I just wished things progressed differently.
Perhaps I just wasn't ready to "grow up" if growing means letting go and moving on. This Her Space Holiday is getting to me. Can we call it truths cause I'm so afraid of the future? and without you everything just seems so much bleaker. and everyone else just thinks i'm crazy.