December 2009
9 posts
XXX
i’m losing control. get me out.
XXIX
i sometimes wonder if maybe i was supposed to be alone, forever. when i’m with someone, i want to be alone. but when i’m alone, i want to be with someone. my heart can’t decide what it wants.
XXVIII
i didn’t want it.
XXVII
the nightmares have started again. i hate you.
XXVI
that kiss. our kiss. i don’t know what to think of it.
i loved it. but at the same time… it was so, so wrong.
November 2009
50 posts
XXV
i no longer trust anyone, thanks to you. and now, i forever want to be alone. he said, “i no longer want to fuck you. i want to make love to you.” i just can’t decide whether or not i should give in. i’m being indecisive again. he might help me get over you. and that’s about the only thing i need right now.
you’re everywhere, and i still love you.
XXIV
i don’t know what happened. suddenly i was shaking. i couldn’t walk properly, i had trouble seeing. i felt nauseous.
i was terrified. it wouldn’t go away.
XXIII
and suddenly, it was like you were here. i could smell you, i could almost feel you. after not having you around for awhile, it was like you were back here with me, again.
XXII
i’m weird ‘cause i hate goodbyes.
XXI
i miss our dysfunctional duo. the things we’d planned, what we had always wanted to do. i want it back, i want you back.
XX
i still want you. i still want you.
XIX
are you happy that i’m turning to alcohol, because of you? i suppose you think it’s better than self harm.
XVIII
“you’re damaged as fuck and you love it.”
you were always good at being straight up about everything.
XVII
i’m shivering uncontrollably. i still want you here.
XVI
it is at this point in time, when the pain turns to hate.
i want to cause you so much pain. i want to hurt you so much.
XV
you’re stealing all of my friends. you’re leaving me with nothing.
XIV
i wasn’t lying when i said i had nightmares. last night, every single one was about you. i had to double check that they were all in my imagination.
XIII
i find there’s something so thrilling about playing with a boy that has a girl. it makes me a whore, a bitch, a slut, i know. but it makes my heart race, and the passion is something you just can’t chronicle.
not to mention it helps me forget about you.
XII
tonight, i did something i’ve always wanted to do… i sat on the floor of the shower, and let the hot water run all over me. it felt good. really good. i could’ve stayed there forever. my thoughts and i were compatible, for once.
XI
i know you must think i’m heartless. but i’m not. honestly. this is hurting me as well.
X
even if you haven’t actually moved on, the fact that you can function properly makes me want to cry.
IX
i’ll always remember our first (and last) kiss.
sitting on the couch, arms around each other, our friends suddenly becoming passionate photographers.
i never saw the evidence.
VIII
sleep’s not coming easy for awhile.
VII
every song reminds me of you.
VI
sometimes i think we were meant to be. other times, i think we were each others biggest mistake.
you always knew i was indecisive.