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on the subject of love
My boss told me something the other day. He said he was watching tv with his wife and she fell asleep on his lap. He said he was just watching her sleep and thought to himself "I would'nt trade this for anything in the world. Not a goddamn thing ( Read more... ) -
The weekends tend to be pretty boring for me.
L's boyfriend is home during the weekend, so I won't get to see him much ( Read more... ) -
I hate waiting...
but I understand. I'm just a sidefuck. Friends with benefits at best ( Read more... ) -
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Today was a good day. Well, aside from L's car breaking down. I treated him and Guin to Wafflehouse ( Read more... ) -
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He's usually pretty quiet after we fuck. I wonder if he feels guilty.
I almost want to ask but somehow I'm afraid of the answer.
He's fucking his boyfriend right now. It's hard not to hear them.
Even through the music blasting from their room.
Just over an hour ago he was soaking my face in cum.Gotta admit. I'm jealous of his sex drive ( Read more... ) -
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For the past couple of nights I have been sleeping with his shirt draped over my pillow.
It smells like him and in a way it comforts me. And for brief moments I can shut my eyes and pretend he's with me. Sleeping peacefully with my arm draped around his side. Quiet except for the fan whirring softly.
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Thoughts
When I was a kid I used to dream about what my life would be like when I grew up. I remember when my dream was to be a marine biologist because my mom bought me this book about the ocean and it had all these amazing photos. I used to go to the school library and check out books about sea life. I wanted to be a marine biologist by the time I was ( Read more... ) -
No one needs me. Not really.
No one would be lost without me. No one is truly invested in my life. No one depends on me. I don't know how to feel about that.
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Some times I feel like I just need to get the fuck out of here for a while.
It's just a fucked up situation all around. And being here when there's all this fighting and sobbing going on is just too much. And I sit here and I worry about my friend. And I pray that somehow she will find strength. And then I get to thinking about the kid and how her life is gonna be affected by being around this ( Read more... ) -
Love is dead.
Supposedly, love is this great and powerful thing. It’s this crazy, frightening, exhilarating experience. Once in a lifetime. Soul mates and growing old together and all that. Something like a fairy tale except that it’s real and you’re so excited because you have finally found “the one.” Except that the very idea of true love just seems so ( Read more... )