• Archive for August 7th, 2010


    by  • August 7, 2010 • Love - Pure and Simple, Miss You • 0 Comments

    Steve, I really love you and I can’t find any other way to express my feelings than to just say it. I’m secretly nervous about you going up north. Do you love me the same way I love you? I hope so, I don’t want you to find someone… way up there. Please don’t forget me and keep

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    by  • August 7, 2010 • Fear, Friends, Miss You • 0 Comments

    I’m so afraid that I’ll never see you again because I graduated. I’m afraid that a care too much about you as a friend, that I consider you a much better friend than you consider me. It makes me happy whenever you trust me enough to tell me about your problems, and that you still talk to me after

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    I’m an idiot

    by  • August 7, 2010 • Embarrassment • 0 Comments

    I just discovered that awkwardness never goes away. I’m nearly 30, and I just gushed and blabbed all kinds of nonsense in a text. I thought I was getting better at understanding the concept of developing my social skills, and then I go and act like a fool over a totally cute guy. What the hell. Cute guy, I

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    My Mom

    by  • August 7, 2010 • Frustration, Grief, Love - Pure and Simple, Parents • 0 Comments

    Dear Mom, I don’t know how to say this to you. I know I can’t actually say it, mostly because I can’t talk to you when you’re angry, so we’ll have to settle for this because it needs to be said. First, let me say one thing and let me make it very clear. I know you care;

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    Five Years

    by  • August 7, 2010 • Love - Pure and Simple, To You, Yearning for You • 0 Comments

    That’s how long we’ve known each other. That’s how long we’ve been best friends. That’s how long I’ve loved you. Even if I feel like a total idiot sometimes when I think about it, I’ll never stop loving you. And if we don’t end up together, I guess I’ll just die alone.

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    by  • August 7, 2010 • Breaking Up, The Ex • 0 Comments

    on my eighteenth birthday we told each other everything that we hated about each other. you’re selfish and if you had the choice, you’d be with yourself. apparently, I don’t take care of my body. a year earlier it was because I didn’t drive. december prior I was ugly and annoying. october prior you didn’t know if I was

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