I don’t really want to talk about this but now that I’m thinking about it maybe i should just get it out. I remember living across the street from elementary school and before I entered I would look out the window at the children playing and feel lonely and excited at the prospect of having
It is Purely physical. But oh god, is that pure, physical magnetism that plus me to you strong. I don’t love you, or desire to grow old with you. I am confident you would never fully understand me, not could I ever commit to you. But it’s as if we’re made to want each other.
But now it’s like this!!!!!!!!!! Related Post You will never know where are you? I should have knownRead more →
Dear D, J, and S, You all left. In one way or another. And part of me wishes that wasn’t the case, but most of me knows it’s better this way. I think what hurts the most is that I’m almost 22 now and I was reading some anonymous letters today, and every time one
I’m writing this letter to try and relieve myself from some of the ugly that still exists as a result of our relationship so that I can move forward. Key word: try. Other key words: move and forward. This is an attempt that may give me very little relief, or a whole lot. It might
I carry Kodaks with me. I have quite the collection of you. It’s my most prized collection. If famous artists were to catch a glimpse, I’m sure I would be offered a handsome price. I would have to decline such offers with, “My collection isn’t for sell”. I’m sure they would ask why. My response