Wednesday, April 25, 2012

Sunday, April 22, 2012

I love Chobits

<3 It's pretty much the only thing that can ever cheer me up. Hoping to cosplay as Chi this summer

http://www.hulu.com/chobits

Thank God for anime.

"I appreciate everything I have"

Really?
Really?
You have the balls to say such a thing? You're one of the *insert string of curse words* ballsiest people I know then.
You must not have me then.

Wednesday, April 11, 2012

I hate this.

I hate this. I want to talk to you so badly all the time. I'd do almost absolutely anything for you. I love you so much. But then a lot of the time I think about how much I hate you, how much pain you cause me, how much I put up with for you, and you have no idea. I doubt you feel the same about me, but then you always make me feel like the bad guy when I say this isn't working out. You don't want to lose me.
You talk to me almost on a schedule, days spread apart. It's like something to check of your to-do list. I'm sick of it! I look forward to hearing from you so much, but it only ends in disappointment. It's a crappy conversation. I know it is. And I know I'll want to cry over it the minute it's over and all of the next days to come.
Why do we even do this?


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Saturday, April 7, 2012

Communication is key

^‿^

And a patch of sunlight appears if only for a moment, it is lovely nonetheless



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I won't apologize for how I feel.

It's okay my dear

It's okay dear. Really. You're unreliable. You're stupid. You never loved me. You never cared. I get it. You can keep on avoiding me, that's fine. I just grow to hate you more everyday. If you want to be hated, that's okay. It really is my dear. We don't have to be friends anymore.

You donkey

You've really done it this time. But I don't even care. This is just typical you. You showing me how unworthy you are of me. I don't love you anymore. That's why this rejection doesn't even hurt anymore.


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Tuesday, April 3, 2012

You don't really think about funeral processions until you're in them. You don't realize that people don't know how to react to them until you're about a foot from another car that's about to crash right into you. But it all works out.