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Don't I deserve to have someone I'm not sure I deserve to have? I'm not sure what I'm feeling anymore, and I don't know what I ever felt. Is it true, or are my feelings for you just a figment of my imagination, again? Why can't I get over them? Why can't I have another "Oh my god! I can't believe he's mine!?!"-moment?
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Don't quite know what to feel, it wasn't so bad at first, just surprise, then confusion, and a creeping suspicion. I don't take kindly to being lied to. If you're gonna lie to me, atleast have the decency to do it well. And be consistent. Anything else is both insulting and stupid. I really do hope it was stubborness, 'cause anything else is unacceptable. I won't be spoken to like that. I didn't think you had either, at first. You shoulda stuck with your lie. It woulda been less hurtful. Just learn to be convincing. It's not entirely your fault. I'm touchy, and sensitive. And I really hate being lied to. Your apolies just make it worse. The moment you start appologizing, it validates the hurt in the pit of my stomach. It makes it real. It shows me I'm right to be hurt, I should hurt. And maybe I shouldn't. I mean, it was just a reaction right? it wasn't intentional. I know you didn't mean to be rude. A part of me is desperately trying to stomp down these feelings, to make them go away. And another part feels like it's letting you off easy. Like I should be telling you all this. What purpose whould that fill except hurt you? Would it help? Am I being horrible and overreacting again? Yeah, I am. I'm overreacting. You're sweet, and I love you, more than I'd like to admit. Don't worry, i'm not letting you go yet.
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In the following, I list 71 things that you can do to be more successful. You choose to do them or not. If you choose not to do these things, then you have no right to complain about your problems; your problems are your fault!
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I would like to visit you for a while Get away and out of this city Maybe I shouldn't have called but Someone had to be the first to break We can go sit on your back porch Relax Talk about anything It don't matter I'll be courageous if you can pretend That you've forgiven me Because I don't know you anymore I don't recognise this place The picture frames have changed And so has your name We don't talk much anymore We keep running from the pain But what I wouldn't give to see your face again Springtime in the city Always such a relief from winter freeze The snow was more lonely than cold if you know what I mean Everyone's got an agenda Don't stop keep that chin up you'll be alright Can you believe what a year it's been Are you still the same? Has your opinion changed? Because I don't know you anymore I don't recognise this place The picture frames have changed And so has your name We don't talk much anymore We keep running from the pain But what I wouldn't give to see your face again I know I let you down Again and again I know I never really treated you right I've paid the price I'm still paying for it every day So maybe I shouldn't have called Was it too soon to tell? Oh what the hell It doesn't really matter How do you redefine something that never really had a name? Has your opinion changed? Because I don't know you anymore I don't recognise this place The picture frames have changed And so has your name We don't talk much anymore We keep running from the pain But what I wouldn't give to see your face again I see your face I see your face
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I miss dancing with you, just the two of us, in the flat. I miss the surprise pastries, and little gifts. I miss the diamonds. I miss the attention, and all the things we had in common. I miss being the center of your universe. I miss your imagination, and your playfulness. I miss your drunken ramblings, the all night gaming sessions, the stupid exclamations of love. I miss the way you made me feel. I miss getting flowers from you. I miss feeling like it was the end of the world. I miss the breakfasts you used to cook me. I miss the roadtrips. I miss hanging out with your parents. I miss all the dreams you had for us, all the places you wanted to show me. I miss your music, your films. I miss the way you used to arch your eyebrow. I miss the way you'd hold me when I cried. I miss the way your breath would smell after a beer. I miss the way your perfume smelled on you. I miss the cheese. I miss the funny faces you'd make. I miss the way you'd smell, the way you'd talk to me, your full attention. I miss knowing I had all of you, and you were mine. I miss your little beard. I miss your kindness. I miss how fast everything started, and your attention to detail. I miss staying up all night just looking at you. I miss how you told me you'd save me from everything. I miss coming with you outside to watch you smoke in the middle of the night. I miss the proposals, and the deals. I miss your cute little face, and the unruly hair. I miss the way you'd mist my glasses over when we were outside. I miss your shyness, and your hugs.
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Omg, "Evil" Jared hasselhoff, Can I have a tall and huge guy too? |
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One little textmessage at work, and my whole world is turned around... I miss you too!
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So, leaving, not leaving? Heart or mind? Which to choose? How to know?
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Falling, falling, falling, faster than ever before, finally forever finding, someone to adore. Finally forever falling, forever falling for you. ...You can carry me away anytime <3
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Lots have happened I guess. There's been some changes at work, which definately makes me less comfortable there, but hopefully I'll adapt well and it can turn into an improvement. I've gotten to know most of my co-workers alot better, and actually considder a few of them 'real' friends. They certainly brighten up my days and makes the occasional bad times a lot easier. Schoolwise I've not done so great, as usual, I manage a period of intense concentration and hard work, and then it falls to pieces in the end when I get distracted by something else. But, another brave try is on it's way, and hopefully this time it'll go better. =) I'm actually considdering a change of topic for my studies, and will probably be looking into taking a few classes just to discern whether I'd be happier with a different topic for my masters. Family wise I'm still living with my mother, since I wouldn't be able to afford living costs while both working and studying otherwise. My little niece is nearing her first birthday in march, and it's a marvel to watch her grow. I have the good fortune of being her godmother, and also, my brother keeps close to his family, so I get to see little Ida at least on
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Torn between having so much fun, and being sorely disappointed. Guess that'll teach me not to trust people.
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So, where's my amazing love story?
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Hahahaha... *Happy*
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For not letting me be the worst thing that ever happened to you babe. I'm glad I'm still amongst the best things in your life :)
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Whatever happened to us Babe? You were the best thing that ever happened to me, atleast for a while. I don't want you back, as such, but I wish we hadn't lost what we had...
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"Missing the finer points of Richard"
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Feels like I'm finally getting things in order... Dreamt about you and Scrappy cooking me Pyttipanna, and complaining that there wasn't enough hugs. Think my subconscious is leaving me a message? I do miss the hugs, you were good at it. better than most. Think I'll have to make myself pyttipanna someday soon, I miss that too... Oooh, pancakes might suffice though!
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An entire day, with this scent all around me, wherever I turn, is far more pleasant than I could ever describe.
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I can't remember what your kisses felt like anymore... Has it really been that long since we stopped kissing? I just had this flash in my head of your hobo-look, and thought for a second, "Hey, didn't that use to tickle?", but I can't honestly remember... So many other things I can remember clear as water, but this, eludes me. Ah well, time to focus on the here and now!
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I'm in love with a fictional character... (so would pick the werewolf <3) Please make sure you don't turn out to be fictional too...
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