January 2011
And then suddenly
I see your face. And I fall for you all over again.
Why is it that everything critical she says, I’m supposed to take and not be offended? But if I say something, it’s the end of the fucking world.
I love you to no fucking end, but this whole thing has got to stop. Stop it with the double standards, stop telling me there’s nothing on your mind and please stop making everything into a competition.
Happy 8 months this wednesday...
The Caffeine Zone
There’s this very strange sort-of zone that over-caffeination produces in me, akin to that of the Felix Felicius potion from Harry Potter, in which it seems I take the passenger’s seat to myself. Like an out-of-body experience, in which I am aware and in-control but at the same time, autonomous and focus-driven. My every move seems calculated and deliberate and I find myself doing...
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Fuck days like this
I hate this. I hate everything about this. I hate the fact that it’s been over a year, but it still only feels like a couple months. I hate that I never could delete your text log. I hate that I could never actually hate you, despite the massive amounts of bullshit you put me through. And to that extent, what did any of it amount to? A couple months of bad sex, at best. I hate that none of...