More than anything, I would want to be with you. But it would never work. And that is the fatal flaw.
I WISH YOU WOULD LIKE ME, LIKE I LIKE YOU. I hate that you won’t believe me. Your heart is cold. But I want to warm it.
ugh, I literally just want to cry because I know I wouldn’t be *cute* enough for him or something, UGH
그남자는 그리워해. 그남자는 보고싶다. 그남자는 내남자야. 예전부터.
I also just realized I haven’t updated this blog since June, ha. At least that shows an indicator as to my mood of lately. But not really, because I have 2 other blogs I spew on.
I am not in love with him, I do not love him. But if I were with him, I do not think I could do either. For now, I wish him the very best. I hope he finds a girl that he can love, and forget that I exist, so far away. I would not want to take a chance with him, it would seem too risky. But he is beautiful in so many ways. He is not anywhere my ideal type, not at all. Confusing.
when i go to college am i allowed to just completely start from scratch and build a completely new network of people?
sometimes i just sit here and want to cry because he is so far away. he’s far from perfect, quite far from my ideal. but his personality is quite charming. he sometimes can be a bit childish but he is also mature in a way. i know he has a pure heart and no bad intentions. i just want to hold him in my arms and touch his skin. i want to listen to his stories and listen to all his...
i’m comfortable with small audiences. i do things for an audience, sometimes. which is not really a good quality.
haha there’s only 2 of you that follow me on my main blog + this blog. i always forget that this blog exists. i forget that i can put my most personal things on this blog. because when i put it on my personal blog i always get interrogated about what i post. but you guys don’t question me, yay. i feel like i should reblog more things on here, though. but i don’t want...
lol mcdonalds LOL
I miss you so much.
I want to tell you things. I really do. I want to hear more of your stories. More about your life. Actually, I don’t even care if they’re lies. I just want to tell you things. I don’t want you to have to censor yourself for me. It’s been like..half a year. I don’t know how time went by that fast. It feels like it was just last month. It was around this time...
courtleee: How could you be so heartless? You should know, if you said you’ve gone through it, what it feels like. Obviously you haven’t, if you can’t understand the all-consuming power that depression has, of how it invades your thoughts and locks them into place. Being condescending is not acceptable, it’s not a joke, and just because YOU never reached that point doesn’t make you any better...
courtleee: Your negative/apathetic attitude is not cute, it’s really not. This is coming from me, someone who is often pessimistic (well I like to call it realistic, but others beg to differ). Being over-apathetic isn’t really as funny as you think it is, and it’s not impressing me (or anyone else). At first it was kind of something ha-ha-shake-it-off, but now it’s getting to the point where...
She truly had lost all hope in people. She said she trusted them and she said...– Sonnie Black (via godoghan)
[[MORE]]I’m not even mad. Just a bit annoyed and irritated. Too far. Too far, because I thought it was something serious and was actually rooting for a result. Too far, because it was rude. Did you not even think? What happened to your brains? I’m glad you thought it was funny and you had a good time, but it wasn’t for me. Why would I even think that’s funny? The...
Do you ever feel, like you’re all very alone in this world? That nobody would rush to your side unless you were on your death bed, to weep fake tears and to reminisce on false sentiments. There is nobody here now, nobody here when you need them or want them. Nobody is on your team, it’s you and yourself only, up against the whole world. Things come crashing down, and you’re...
It is so much more easier, to say “I am okay” or “I am not mad,” than to have to ever explain myself.
Apparently, you were a liar. And everything about you was fake. Your lifestyle, money, looks, everything. Nothing real about you. I don’t know how this makes me feel. I didn’t tell you about me. You didn’t tell me about you. Is it that simple? I don’t know what happened to us. Well, maybe I do. I was hurt, and so I went to him, just to hurt you. Turns out, that...
Learn the difference between a man who flatters you and a man who compliments...– (via godoghan)
Dear you, What is this? We both agreed that this sort of thing is for neither of us. So what are we doing? Why has it come to this? I don’t want to ask if this is heading in a semi-serious direction, in case I sound stupid. I don’t want to ask if this is a joke, because what if I actually hurt you a bit? I lose either way. This is strange. It’s weird to me, that someone...
The most romantic moment with the person you love is to stare at each other and you see yourself smiling happily with no explainable reason.
THIS BLOG IS MY ONLY SAFE PLACE. I don’t know how I’m supposed to feel. Am I even supposed to feel? Is this something? I didn’t think it was anything. I don’t think it’s anything. But you’re taking this to where I didn’t think it would be taken? I’m confused. What is going on here? I honestly am a bit confused. How am I supposed to...
godoghan: You meet someone. You two get close. Its all great for awhile. Then someone stops trying. Talk less. Awkward conversations. The drifting. No communication whatsoever. Memories start to fade. Then that person you know becomes that person you KNEW. That’s how it usually goes, right? Sad isn’t it?
Don’t attach yourself to anyone who shows you the least bit of attention because...– Janet Fitch, White Oleander (via godoghan)
I don’t know what I’m doing, what I believe, or what I stand for anymore.