Now I am faced with the common theme of this mortal world: my love loves not me. Pathetic, but true. And what, you may ask, is my reaction? I am completely calm. Except when I cry. My love will either fall for me someday (at which point it may be too late, HAH!) or it won't happen. But I am feeling this (what seems to me) odd emotion in which I am not really concerned. It's as if the world has died, but I know there is a hope that it will one day be breathing again. Hmm. So I am an optimist. In truth, I know that I secretly hope for a magical night/day/moment in which my love realizes the error of his ways and I am the woman of his dreams. But along the same convoluted line, I am also not going to wait for him. I live, I breathe, and I hope someday not to have to forcibly remind myself that I do not *need* him. Ah, this sucks. But is as does, and so it was. |
Read a few months back about Marcy, the thoughts of her still float around my brain, and other things as well even though I've attemted to move on... Foolish me. |
I get the impression that I should just put it all down to a learning experience and cut that part out of my life. But what if I am pathetic? I want my dream. Is it too much to ask for Xanadu? My heart feels for you Hal. I am worried that this will never pass, and just as concerned that it will. What a limbo of confusion. |
They stay with you forever. |
he's worth the trouble. I can't imagine how bad it would be if he was an obsession best forgotten. |
ha. people are the beasts, and i'm too shy to talk (okay i'm a bit of an exhibitionist, but i have to have a reason to talk to strangers). it's easier to do strange things, like switch newspaper boxes and take payphones off the hook than to even attempt to understand your own kind. (there are things that i know i could do, but don't because i don't know what others would think. not parents but unnamed parties.) |
I'm just looking around for my favorite thread which I can't seem to find. I gotta learn to bookmark shit. |
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