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A rubber-necker's dream
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| It is currently 2 degrees and it "feels like" -18 according to weather channel.
This is just too cold for humans. | comments: 2 comments or Leave a comment   |
| All I can think is you're going to lose me, you're going to lose me, you're going to lose me.
The only question is when. | | comments: 1 comment or Leave a comment |
| It's so wonderful when you realize that someone is being completely theirself with you, that they trust you and are comfortable enough to do that. It must be so hard to put on an act all the time.
What's horrible is when you realize that they don't value you for that reason, even though they should. It's something that's easily taken for granted. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| I'm so sick of saying:
it's okay
it's okay
it's okay
When usually, it's really not.
And no one cares enough to argue otherwise. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| I always have these moments like oh my goodness what the fuck am I doing?
I hate doubting my decisions, but what's done is done. No regrets, no regrets, no regrets.
One more question though; why is it always so seemingly difficult to maintain more than one relationship at a time, friendship or romantic? I know I can't make everyone happy, it's impossible to give my all to every single person I care for but who I concentrate on is constantly questionable. Who am I neglecting? Why can't I be there for people when I need them?
I'm trying to re-connect, but it never seems to last. | | comments: 1 comment or Leave a comment |
| I really love astrology stuff. What's everyone's sun/moon/rising sign? [If you don't know, give me your birth place and birthday with birth time and I'll try and figure it out for you.]
I'm libra/aquarius/libra, an air girl all round! | | comments: 11 comments or Leave a comment |
| Today has been the worst day ever; I feel so out of control and nothing is right in my life anymore.
I'll get over it I'm sure. It's just been a really shitty day. | | comments: 2 comments or Leave a comment |
| A competent and self-confident person is incapable of jealousy in anything. Jealousy is invariably a symptom of neurotic insecurity.
--Robert A. Heinlein
...So, yeah. | | comments: 3 comments or Leave a comment |
| she wakes up lonely
she wakes up lonely
yeah it's just another she can't get
she doesn't think we're gonna make it
and we pretend that we're in love
she likes to think that we're in love
I spent the whole afternoon in the sun after working out and showering. Now my arms, shoulders and lower back are red and I have work in an hour or so.
A friend asked me today how I felt when I was finally over him and I shrugged because it's been weeks since I spoke to him but I still don't feel like it's completely over. My life is a big soap opera sometimes; the characters "die off" for a little while, but they always end up coming back in some crazy plot twist. I don't know if never completely cutting myself off from people is a good thing or a bad thing. | | comments: 1 comment or Leave a comment |
| I was wondering...
Is being emotionally distant being strong or is it just being scared? | | comments: 2 comments or Leave a comment |
| It amazes me how someone who hasn't seen me at school in a few days can say 'hey haven't seen you in awhile, you're missed!' where as he can't even find the time to talk to me and I haven't seen him in weeks.
I'd cry but it's not worth it and it wouldn't do any good. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| There are some days when everyone and anything makes me sad, you know?
I know everything can't always go my way, but I think I'd be a much happier person if they occasionally did. I don't want much really. Phone calls. I want phone calls. Some sign that it's not all in my head I guess.
That completely alone feeling doesn't sit so well. I'd love to hear I miss you. Things are never going to change though. | | comments: 3 comments or Leave a comment |
| I am so pathetic. I miss him so much.
I've been watching too much Sex in the City and I fear he's my Mr. Big. | | comments: 1 comment or Leave a comment |
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A rubber-necker's dream
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