February 2012
10 posts
The more and more I talk to you, the more confused I become.
Next weekend, I’m gonna talk to him on skype, and see if it’s gonna be awkward.
Hopefully it’s not.
Hopefully I charm him.
I’m buying a ticket to fucking Boston during the summer.
Before I leave for Atlanta, I’m seeing this young man.
I don’t give a fuck, I’m doing it.
I really don’t have any experience. I’ve only had phone sex with one guy, and I guess “sexted” with one, and this all happened towards the end of last year/beginning of this year. My best experience was actually really simple and the other person didn’t do much of anything. I was texting someone I liked and he asked me to describe my fantasy to him. And so I did, and...
This on and off bullshit is driving me up a wall.
It’s like one moment, he’ll give me the time of day.
And then for what seems like years and years, he won’t.
But it’s not years.
It’s days or hours, or moments.
And even though that’s exactly what I like about this whole thing
it’s also the one thing that keeps me in this constant state
of wondering...
It hurts because I know for a fact that I deserve happiness.
I do, man.
I fucking do.
And I just can’t have it with the one I want right now.
It seems like I’m always in this situation. Maybe I make myself too agreeable for anyone to be passionate about. Ever.
What if this doesn’t even turn into anything?
What if he has no interest in me, at all?
No but then why would be bother talking to me?
I’m cute. I’m interesting. I’m lovable. Right?
Right.
There have been people that thought they loved me.
I’m sure of it.
This guy man.
I want to know everything about him, and I feel like we’re moving at the most glacial...
He still loves her.
Fuck.
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Let’s not make a habit out of laughing at misfortunes. Unfortunately we’ve made a habit out of basking in the ocean. We’d make for a sweet team.
We’d break and tear the seams of what it means to believe in confectionery confinement.
Bind me with those tightrope moments of atonement And I will jokingly gnaw at the rope, hopelessly Wishing I could be broken for just a...
I wish I had a nice guy that I can go out and ogle girls with.
And have discussions on who’s the hottest, and stuff.
I think it’d be cool.
Doesn’t necessarily even have to be a boyfriend.
Just someone who I like that likes me.
Someone to reveals my passions to,
and possibly make them a part of my passion.
Someone to draw, someone to write about, someone to sing for.
To...