Day by day I am more unconvinced that human love doesn’t exist.
Or maybe I am just not cut out for it.
but actually though
- Normal people: I can't wait to have my own place so I can stay out late, get drunk and be as loud and messy as I want.
- Me: I can't wait to have my own place so I can buy my own food and organise my fridge and kitchen and cook awesome healthy meals in it and have a closet dedicated to workout gear and my own little yoga space and motivational/feel-good things everywhere omggg.
- I do both of these.
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Hello. I know you’re not busy to a point that you can’t read this,
So fucking read it.
I think you are lovely. I do. I may or may not know you really well, but I think you are lovely. This is because everyone is. Sure, you might be fucked up like I am, but you’re still lovely. And because you are you, I love you. You.
So please smile today. Smiling is something that can change both you and someone else. You might feel like shit, but just try to smile with meaning and see what it can do. A stranger might be pleased. You might be pleased. But smile.
Sure, everything might have turned to shit, but there’s always another sunset and then another sunrise and then another sunset after that. Make sure to remember the colors.
So.
I love you.
Thank you for reading.
Scared
Today.
The sun is out, the window are wide open. There’s a steady breeze blowing in. My back is sore from climbing and I’m feeling very meh. I think I’m doing math homework with a friend later today. And I will be going out tonight hopefully. I might try to write some stuff between now and whenever, but I wouldn’t hold your breath if you were waiting for my next piece. Hope you guys make the most of you days.
Catharsis
What do you want from me? You said I’m not the man you fell in love with, that he’s dead and tied up and his skeleton is rotting in the behind one of the many doors the pervade my mind. He’s not dead, hes right here. You say things have changed, and you don’t know why. I do. We don’t talk everyday anymore (because I’m not scared to lose you anymore). We don’t hang out as much as we (because I’m not afraid that every time will be our last). Its just how it is, and I want you to see that. You say you love me but I don’t love you, a case of she loves him but he’s not sure if he loves her. I don’t say it, because I don’t feel the need to state the obvious. To say I love you, is as to say the sky is blue or that ice cold. It’s not just a common fact, its a scientific law. You say you love me, more than anyone else, and always will, and that scares me. It scares me because I know I will break it, break you. Everything I touch turns into gilded ash and crumbles away before my eyes, its another law of the universe. I’m like a tainted Midas, corrupting everything I ever cared about. I speak in only half truths. Cut me open and I bleed crushed rose petals and careless lies. I have a silver tongue that can paint a pretty picture that can make a girl swoon, her heart break, and her panties drop (not particularly in that order). I’m always one bad choice from making all the good ones matter no more, always one slip up from letting my baser instincts get the best of me. Constant struggle against what comes naturally and what is acceptable. I’m the worst kind of person I know. I’m unfit for anyone, and as I may seem mature and well put together on the shallow outside, underneath I’m just selfish and childish and petty and broken. I only leaves scars and bruised, a legacy of ash and embers and crushed hearts. And for every scar, every drop of blood drawn, every tear shed, promise broken, lie told, I die more and more on the inside. I am two extremes constantly at war, one who tires to make up for the other. I hate me, and I hate trying to defeat myself, and I don’t know if I can keep up this war of attrition taking place across my mind, body and soul. This is the man you fell in love with, and hes trying to figure out where exactly he wants you in his life. Where can I put you so that it all fits? So it all make sense and we can just be happy and get on living our lives, together or not.
Oh I like these
- Your ex texted you and wanted you back. Would you take him/her back?
Has anyone told you “forever and ever” then left?
Your relationship status?
Where did you meet your crush(es)?
Have you ever lost a close friend?
Do you smoke weed regularly?
- Think back to the beginning of 2011. Are you still dating the same person?
Would you parents be mad if you were in a relationship?
When was the last time you really laughed?
- Something is wrong. First guy you turn too?
First girl you’d turn to?
Is there anyone who doesn’t like you because of something you did?
Angry at anyone?
What’s stopping you from going for the person you like?
When was the last time you cried really hard?
Is there anyone you would do anything for?
Who was the last person you talked to for more than 10 minutes on the phone?
What is your favorite song?
Do you like Red Bull?
How many people can you tell just about everything to?
Have you ever wished on a shooting star?
- Does the last person you held hands with mean something to you?
Describe yourself in one word.
Do you have anything that belongs to your ex?
Can you honestly say you’ve had a sleepover with the opposite gender?
Do you rebound?
Ever cheated on someone?
What would you do if you found out the person you like was in a relationship?
Do you act differently around the person you like?
Honestly, what guy’s number do you have memorized?
Is it hard to make you laugh?
Who was the last person to make you mad?
Do you think your last ex will eventually want to be with you again?
Have you ever fallen asleep in someone’s arms?
Has anyone ever called you scrumptious before?
Would you like to put a night on repeat and live it forever?
Do you have a best friend that knows you inside and out?
Is your best friend a slut?
Is hard drugs a turn off?
Are you happy with life right now?
Are you still in love with your ex?
Are you still in love with your ex?
Have you ever been the “other person” in a relationship?
Have you ever had your heart broken?
Have you ever broken someone’s heart?
Is there anybody you’re really disappointed in?
Where is your best friend?
Something you’re happy about?
How is your heart lately?
DO THEM NOW
YOU ASK ME I ASK YOU
GOGOGO.
DO ITTTTTTTT
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What little parts of my soul and sanity that is left might be found among these words and images.
