Trill illuminati
False alarm. I’m not over you. It’s been well over a year, and still I think of you. I pretended for a while that I was fine without you. You can only pretend for so long until you realize and accept the truth. I’ve tried dating after you but only find myself comparing them to you. So far, they’ve got nothing on you. No one ever will.
Story of past lovers.
(Source: Spotify)
Depression sets in.
Discovery!
I’ve recently realized (while laying in bed one night) that the guys I’ve seen/dated aren’t/weren’t “assholes”. They were simply fickle minded guys. They can’t help but waver between choices and decisions. They’ve never done anything disrespectful towards me which validates this claim. They just didn’t know what they wanted. I blame it on bad timing.
Eternally optimistic people are as eternally annoying as pure realists.
I can keep writing about it. I can keep crying about it. I can keep thinking about it. But I don’t think I’ll ever do anything about it. My loneliness persists.
I think I should’ve stayed in ny. This is unbearable.
Love? Luv? ♥ ?
I miss something that I wish I had. Being slapped in the face with songs like these, you would, too. I’m tired of it and tired of yearning for it. Oh, how it plagues me so! Oh my love, when will you come into my life and wipe these tears of loneliness away? My life will revolve around you and only you. I love you, so. To feel like this is worth every day I’ve waited for you.
Guys are…
Indecisive.
Irritating.
Downright immature.
Where are the men?
