His hands always had this way of making me feel so safe.
I miss that.
I hate thinking about it.
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His hands always had this way of making me feel so safe.
I miss that.
I hate thinking about it.
where are we going? what are we doing? Time ticking, feet sinking, I'm almost done here and nothing to show for. Lived a safe life with no tales to tell, a minor eulogy a major bore. Leafs touching the ground I'll soon be crunching loud.
I found each part of the body that you believed to be decayed and pieced it together limb by limb. I tore you apart and made you do it yourself. I won't keep you in a box to keep you from maggots and ticks. You revived yourself this time and I am left knowing the box I left each part- detached and meaningless like a follower without a king. That which is contained has become more powerful than that which it holds. The barriers are broken. You can walk again. You can walk away. You can leave the walls to cling to themselves. The magnetic field that wraps around my mind like safety has become distortion. The static clings to me and I repelled everything. I am living vicariously through me. I am intercepting each thought and letting it marinate. The irony is stagnant. The fog wraps around us is composed of air. But we are drowning in our bodies. You need that which surrounds you to survive. These are only molecules because you want them to be.
You know what's weird? Is you could live close to someone your whole life and have things in common with them and not even know it. I was creeping on someone's facebook (through friend suggestions) that literally lived only a house away well one house between our houses and is a year younger than me,It seems like we have a lot of stuff in common we just never talked to each other. For some reason now that I think about it he was always very INFPish. It's an odd occurence.
Another thing
Oh dear Roomie it is NOT a weekend we have CLASSES tommorow why are you getting drunk? Why do you take shots when you just wake up? Why do you clog your face with makeup? I feel like deep down you must be a sad insecure person which is a shame because you're beautiful, I really wish you would feel good about yourself. there's no way you do.
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now tears are streaming down my face because I'm stupid. I dont know when it became so
hard for me to talk to him. I miss him being My best friend. I know it's been years I dont give a shit
he was the ONLY person that really knew me and got me.
why am I doing this to myself?
Its just hard not having a best friend anymore,it's so hard not having someone close to you
I could go to him for anything it just really sucks sometimes.I just miss having someone close to me.
People make me nervous. I am very selfconsious. I worry about what others think of me. But I get tired of not meeting people too. So as I begin my graduate degree I am determined to get to know a person in all my classes and I am going to take two voluntary group fitness classes: Aqua Zumba and another class called Aqua which I believe is just a water aerobics class. I am going to have fun and make friends damn it!!!![]()
Someday I'll be free... run through the sunset that wanting the ocean sand.. and I'll set my mind free across the horizon..
How can it be that I feel stabbing pains of sadness everyday now and cry easily, yet feel better than ever and genuinely feel that everything is all right? It's like starving to death while puking from eating too much....
You know what?
I'm just going to put my wet hair up with no makeup on and go to class.
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