May 2012
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what the fuck is with me falling for people where i have to be initially discreet about being with them? this current situation probably wouldn’t be as bad if my last experience with being discreet hadn’t left me so tattered and torn… but even before that one, my previous serious relationship wanted to keep it hushed… actually, even my two in between nonserious ones wanted...
what in the world is that little peep i keep hearing? it sounds like a puppy being stepped on.
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oh god
[[MORE]] that’s why i keep myself alive because good feelings exist and dreams and fun experiences i know that they do, but sometimes they seem so out of reach.
but not right now...
i’m smoking a cigarette. maybe i’m going to become a smoker. i don’t want that. i’ve had this drive for novel/altered states of consciousness. it’s like i’m a teenager. i was sitting somewhere and this family started to walk by and i got up and moved because i didn’t want the kid to see me smoking or for them to smell the smoke.
i’m staring at the...
i just want to stop crying. some things are so hard to accept. it feels incredibly horrible. why did i put myself through that? it benefited me in absolutely no way and only made things worse for myself in the end. i never should have thought it was worth it to put my feelings second because it never was worth it and it only has made things even harder, even now. especially now.
me: “i’m trimming my armpit hair.”
friend: “why are you doing that??”
me: “i dunno. i’m not totally getting rid of it, i just don’t want it poking out when my arm is down.”
friend: “oh, yes. must compete for the sexiest armpit.”
there aren’t many things that i can think of that feel better than petting kitty cats
pube on the boob, a poem by greg
bring it weather
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i just showered and changed out of my clothes that i’ve been wearing since monday. hahahaha. i rule.
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