Sunday, November 15, 2009

I GUESS I STILL CARE

HEY WHATS THE BIG IDEA WITH ALL THESE LOVE STORIES ANYWAY? REALLY? WHO DOES THIS STUFF HAPPEN TO? ITS LIKE MOVIE AFTER MOVIE AND BOOK AFTER BOOK. PEOPLE FALLING IN LOVE AND PEOPLE HAVING MISUNDERSTANDINGS BUT THEN ITS ALL OK IN THE END AND THEY REALIZE THEY WERE BOTH IN LOVE.

ITS LIKE IN THESE MOVIES YOU LOSE A PERSON BUT THEN THEY COME BACK, BUT IN REAL LIFE WHEN YOU LOSE A PERSON THEYRE JUST GONE, AND PROBLY BECAUSE YOU NEVER HAD THEM ANYWAY.

SO OFTEN I THINK ABOUT THE GUY I LOST OR NEVER HAD AND I FEEL LIKE IM NOT EVEN ALLOWED TO SAY IT OR TALK ABOUT IT, LIKE ITS THE MOST EMBARRASSING CRIME I COULD POSSIBLY COMMIT. LOVING SOMEBODY WHO DOESNT LOVE ME BACK. ITS LIKE CRIMINAL. ALL I REALLY WANT IS TO HUG HIM AND HEAR HIS STORIES AND GO ON AN ADVENTURE. THATS ALL I EVER REALLY WANTED WITH HIM, I WANT TO BE TREATED LIKE ONE OF HIS FRIENDS, I WANT TO BE RESPECTED BY HIM. BECAUSE OUT OF ALL THE PEOPLE I HAVE EVER MET I RESPECT HIM IN A WHOLE NOTHER WAY AND IT HURTS TO NOT BE IN HIS LIFE. IT SOUNDS REALLY PATHETIC AND LAME BUT EVERYDAY IT FUCKIN HURTS.


THIS IS LIKE THE WORST POST EVER, BUT IM JUST SO SICK OF ALL THESE FUCKING LOVE STORIES, LIKE OH LOVE STORY GREAT THATS TOTALLY WHAT I WANTED TO BE THINKING OF RIGHT NOW, SITTING ALONE DRAWING WISHING SOMEBODY WAS DRAWING NEXT TO ME. OR JUST WISHING I DIDNT EVEN CARE. I HAVE MOMENTS AND DAYS OF NOT CARING, BUT THEN THE CARE COMES BACK.

YOU KNOW WHEN YOU ARE ALONE IN YOUR HOUSE AND YOU LOOK AT THE DOORWAY AND FANTASIZE ABOUT THAT PERSON STANDING IN IT LOOKING AT YOU? AND YOURE LIKE HEY HOW DID YOU FIND OUT WHERE I LIVE AND THEYRE LIKE I ASKED SO AND SO. AND THEN YOURE LIKE HEY WHAT ARE YOU AND BEFORE YOU CAN FINISH YOUR WORDS THEY ARE HOLDING YOU? IS THAT THE LAMEST SHIT EVER OR DOES EVERYBODY THINK THAT SOMETIMES? AND THEN IF EVERYBODY DOES THINK OF THAT STUFF IS IT STILL THE LAMEST SHIT EVER?

PROBLY.