| I don't know where to go from here. I'm so completely lost.
On one hand, there is hope. There is caring and emotion and laughter. There is sunsets and cigarettes and loneliness. There is too much free time and less and less time for sun light.
On the other hand, there is surprise. There is fun and conversation and a different sort of laughter. There is espresso and sleep deprivation and music. There is falling and static hidden under the skin and behind hopeful eyes and flattery.
How do you compare two entirely separate things?
Please, please, tell me.
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| I am almost definitely going to the Panic! At The Disco and Jack's Mannequin concert in San Jose. We're buying the tickets on Saturday, but the concert isn't until December.
God. How amazing would that be?
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| I
JUST
WANT
TO
FUCKING
SLEEP.
Why is that so hard for me? Why can't I just fall asleep when I lie down and wake up not feeling tired?
This life I live is so fucking trite. (and cheap. and a waste.) |
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| At this point, even "I don't know if I will be able to" sounds like rejection. Sounds like a big, fat "You just aren't important to me." Even a flat out "no" would have been better.
School is bothersome.
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| I wonder how long I will have to wait for you. |
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