1. Wow, I cried after talking to you. I forgot how much fun we were together.
2. I feel so dead inside when I kiss you. It pisses me off how that’s what I think I wanted but now it makes me feel more alone. I can’t keep ripping my soul apart everytime I realize that we can’t go farther.
3. Ugh, you stole my potential mate; you are a fucking bitch.
4. I never knew you and I cry when I think about how I can’t be with you.
5. I have a pending feeling you like me and it only stimilates my self esteem; nothing more.
6. I can’t say no and it pisses me off.
7. I’m so unhappy, it makes me happy.
8. I want someone to understand me because I’m so alone.
9. The song “Thinking of You” by Katy Perry makes me cry because I’m not even good enough to think of anyone to think of.
10. No one will reblog this which further reminds me that I’m an idiot for even posting my feelings.
Baby, we all have feelings. We are all as mushy and gushy as you think you are. Thing is, because of shit that’s happened to us, we’re somewhat reluctant to show them to everyone. People are just really scared of showing others what they’ve really got on the inside. Those people have been hurt the most, and are now really cold and rude? Picture them as snails. A rough, calcified exterior, but inside, they’re the same liquidy slime. You just have to crack through that. And when you do, it’s really beautiful. I know somebody that never shows their feelings. But when they do, it’s like God’s words or something. At least, that’s the effect it has on me.
;-; I’m just so confused, literally. I have cloudy thoughts and I can’t remember my last week at all or that today even happened. True, if we all showed one another how we felt every whim we got, then it’s not special anymore. I don’t really have a problem opening up, I just think my stuff is just stupid to cry over and then everyone reasures me that it is. It’s kind of like…thanks but no thanks
It’s easy to feel that every day without an important event is just altogether one day. And, every opportunity you get to cry is a good one, regardless of what it is. Look at these two entries in my cry journal. Yeah, I’m not sure why I keep one either.
7/19 - I watched a documentary about primordial dwarfism. 7/24 - golden girls season finale
And you think your reasons to cry are stupid? Honey, I still cry every time I watch A very long engagement. When you cry, you’re just physically releasing mental emotion. SO you have a lot of emotion - we all do. The only difference from you and them is, “How often are you willing to fix your mascara?”
Babyy, you know life always gets better. I mean, look at me. I’m still not over Santiago, after 7 months. I’m fucking everything in sight just in hopes to lose all feelings against him. Am I happy? Nope. Because I’m a self-conscious motherfucker. Here’s a secret to you and the reader. After I hook-up with whoever I do, I usually cry and take a shower. I feel so dirty, so used. I hate it, and I’m not where I want to be right now. I want to be in a economically stable home, with a nice stable boyfriend. I don’t have either of those, but I’ll smile anyway. Shit always gets better. I know that, in a few days, months, or years, my mom will find a nice little home for us, and I’ll find a boy who loves me for everything I’ve got. Just like you, too, will eventually find someone who loves everything about you.
Remember when we used to make fun of certain people? Like, “Omg, *** HAS A BOYFRIEND, AND I DON’T?” There was two, specifically, that was always brought up. Well, do you remember how long they waited? They found happiness too. Did they cry every day? Probably. But they kept going.What’s the hurry? We’ve got all the time in the world.
Alex always makes fun of me because he frequently hears me complain about how I don’t have anybody, and how I don’t have a lot of friends. Just today, he told me, “Have you actually tried looking? Have you put on your best shirt and pair of pants, gone to the town center, and tried looking?” And, I realized that I hadn’t. I was just complaining that nobody wanted me, when I hadn’t even tried showing people that I was alive.
Remember how we used to joke that we were A) reincarnated turtles or b)one soul accidentally split into two bodies? That still applies, honey. Don’t tell me that I don’t fucking understand, because I do. I do all too well. So, just for now, smile because you know things always get better.
I can’t tell what it’s going to be, but I know that it won’t be for the better. Well, more accurately, other people will see it as a change for the worse.. but somehow I don’t think I’ll really care if it is or isn’t.
She was elusive. She was today. She was tomorrow. She was the faintest scent of a cactus flower, the flitting shadow of an elf owl. We did not know what to make of her. In our minds we tried to pin her to corkboard like a butterfly, but the pin merely went through and away she flew.
P would tell stories about their future together, and R would look at it kind of absently and change the subject. Sometimes it amazed R that its small cruelties never hurt P, especially given how fragile P always seemed, but the more they fought, the more P wanted R. R was a petty tyrant, a charmer, and the P danced to R’s whims. When R pouted at it, P was a nervous wreck, rushing to fix whatever was wrong. R let itself be spoiled, collected tribute, and never quite gave P everything. At the same time, R was so sincere in all that it did give that P just wanted more.
It wasn’t that R was mean; it was just that somewhere deep inside R knew that they would never fit the way they should. How could P possibly win against R’s foregone conclusion? R did its best to love P anyway, as well as it could.
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