Wishin I wasn't so terrible at keeping friends.
Saturday, November 17, 2012
I always come up with the most half-vindictive half-hilarious ways to get revenge, but my too-nice mindset won't let me. I want to show up at his house in tears, while his new "not really hot OR cute" girl is there, and pull him aside (but not so far aside she can't hear) and tell him, "Hey, so, I'm pregnant with your kid; I remember everything you told me though, less than three weeks ago, mind you... You know, how you loved me, and you would wait for me, and you didn't want anyone else; and I want to let you know that I am ready to take this step with you." AHHH IN YOUR FACE! I'm so funny. cx
Sunday, November 11, 2012
I wish you'd love me back so we can do cute things like hold hands and leave each other notes in special hiding places & raid grocery stores & make ourselves bowls of cereal in the middle of the night and then go eat them in a fort we made that smells of attic and that's constructed of old refrigerator boxes.
Why did I just do that? To remind myself of the youthful, sweet hopefulness that is now just a distant memory? As "inspiration" to get my effing head on straight again? Out of embarrassment that I once actually thought it was possible to think and live that way? Well. Welcome to the real world.
Saturday, November 10, 2012
Thursday, November 8, 2012
Literally all I want to do is sleep. I want to close my eyes and forget everything because too much of it reminds me of you. Canadian accents and Michael Buble and Michigan and this shirt, and that place, and sometimes I roll over on my right side and half-expect, half-hope to see your face. At the same time, though, I refuse to let myself forget because those memories are all I have left.