aprylbeLIEve and i were waiting for my dad to pick us up from the mall. i told her raise your glass by pink was stuck in my head. maybe a minute later, my dad pulled up. what was on the radio? raise your glass.
one word: ew. i have it, majorly. it’s an irrational fear of holes. i’m not afraid of holes like one in the ground or stuff like that. but google. ugh. some of the pictures, i have to wonder what the fuck is in the person’s skin. it’s like, i want to look at it to try to figure it out, but at the same time it freaks me the fuck out. i’ve had it since second grade. i just remember seeing a picture in a book of a tree that had woodpecker holes. since then, things like that have freaked me out. i really don’t know why. and what’s worse is i can’t get the images out of my head. you know the fear is bad when it makes me want to cry just seeing it. plus i get itchy. i need a way to erase pictures from my mind.
you're the kind of guy that treats girls how they should be treated, if not better. that's rare for me to find. you're also the guy that is committed. you'll love her and won't want to let go. you're what i want to find in a guy. i just have to hope it can be found again.
there's absolutely nothing i can do. nothing i can say will help, i'm just repeating myself and saying what they already know. i can't do anything but wait. wait until i know what i want, until i can decide what to do.
Why is it so difficult to figure out feelings nowadays? I’m sitting here, stuck. Lost. Trapped in completely and utter darkness. Not a clue as to how to describe these feelings. It’s a mix of emotions I can honestly say I’ve never felt before. Why’s it so… complicated? No, that’s not the word I want to use. Fucked? Maybe, who knows. It honestly bites sitting here, going through every word you’ve ever heard, every word in your vocabulary, and can’t pick out a single one to remotely describe current feelings. It’s horrible.
i don't know whether or not it's worth trying to keep a friendship. you mean a lot to me. but i don't know how much more of it i can take. if you even still want to be around me. but i'm giving you space. if you want to talk to me, you will. i can't be sure of how i feel until then.
Don't feel stupid for missing him, even if he treated you like shit. You still had happy memories and you're always going to miss them. Just get through each day and eventually it will get better, I promise. Eventually someone will come into your life and whether or not you realize it, they are going to be something special to you. Someone better will come along.
good god you don't know anything until you suffer from it. and I just linked all of my friends from my meetings to your blog, have fun, because all of them agree that trich is not self harm. and don't try changing your URL if you think you'll get one over on me. I put a track on your blog about 3 minutes ago when I saw that you were talking about me on your blog.
I’m not changing my URL because I like this URL. And go ahead. What are they going to do? Say shit to me? Obviously I don’t give a fuck what they think. You’re wasting your time.