One minute you say you know nothing about me and the next you claim to know so much.
How about you just leave me the fuck alone…
He’s seen me at some of them and still sticks around. He’s too good.
I don’t even get it anymore. I try to take care of myself but then I’m selfish. I try to be there for people but they push me away. I’m so tired of everybody. Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck youuuuuuu.
The past few days I’ve had the overwhelming urge to kiss someone.
Obviously I would prefer for it to be someone I’m interested in, but the urge remains even when feelings are seemingly not reciprocated.
So yeah, that’s a thing.
I’m really not that picky. You just need to be my idea of good looking, fun, smart, funny, not a pushover, be into music, understand me, and have a soft side.
Oh and be good in bed.
Is that really too much to ask for these days?
It seems to be.
After a while, the same old bullshit gets really old and tiring then I realize I need to move on because it feels like it’s not moving anywhere.
I just like to do things with a purpose. I like to head somewhere. I like there to be a destination. I like there to be a happily ever after. To say there’s no such thing is a cop out. YOU create your life, love, and relationships. Nobody else.
I think I’ll switch some stuff tonight to the other blog. Way too much personal stuff on here.
My sadness is neither beautiful or poetic. I don’t want to fix it with a pill or drugs. My sadness sucks.