I’m sorry I constantly want to talk to you. I’m sorry when you take long to reply, I get sad. I’m sorry if I say things that might piss you off. I'm sorry if I come off as annoying. I'm sorry if you don't wanna talk to me as much as I wanna talk to you. I'm sorry if I think about you too much & too often. I'm sorry if I say things I don't really mean. I'm sorry if I tell you about my pointless drama when you don't really care. I'm sorry if I come off as being clingy, but its just me missing you.
If it only were a glass of beer… I wish I could wash it all away. Please leave me be. :(
I think I was born blind. Figuratively speaking. Not literally blind. You all would notice if I was blind anyway.
Today was helluva day. I kind of loved the beginning of this day, but the end of it wasn’t as cute.
Can I not explain the first few hours of me being conscious? I’d rather keep it to myself.
The end is a different story. I just wish I could explain to people that I am indeed, single. That I don’t have any strings attached. That one shouldn’t expect too much from me. I don’t want to hurt people. I don’t want to throw daggers or stop talking altogether. But I could. I’m cowardly like that. But I appreciate the friendship. And the fact that at one point, I did care for … that way. Maybe it was wrong for me to jump into conclusions. But I can’t blame myself for everything.
I hope the 6 month rule still applies. But I hope that it’s clear to everyone that it’s for myself, and it’s not directed to just one person. The limit was set months ago. I feel free. And I am free. I know it comes with great responsibility, but I am indeed free from any type of commitment that I think is irrelevant to me as of now. I don’t like it when people react differently to what I do. Whether I drink or smoke or procrastinate. But well I can’t please everyone. So I’ll probably brush that off. It’s the thing about my craft, my passion. I create things with what I do. I like simple things that maybe other people won’t like. I wish I could see the effort. But I can’t. You should know that I care. But not to that extent anymore. I am sorry. Many happenings complicated things. You’re not for me, as I am not for you.
And you. I only see you as my friend. A very good friend. I didn’t know, I swear. And I wish the rumors would be erased real soon. It bothers me. So much. I want to reiterate that I am indeed free of any type of commitment because I know I don’t need that right now. I hope you understand. I cannot accept the small fact you told me yet. I’m still mad. I am still pissed. I am also not happy because of the weird rumor. But well, it’s just a rumor. For me it isn’t true. And I want other people to know that it is indeed not true.
I wish I knew before. And I wish I wasn’t leading you to something more. I’m literally nice. And I go with the flow.
“I don’t think I like you anymore. No, scratch that, I don’t like you anymore. Full stop. Why? Ask yourself why. I don’t tell you to do the things you’re doing right now. That’s all you. But I have the right not to like it. And well I don’t.”—Star Olson
“I probably like you, but that doesn’t mean that we’re an item or anything. Set the limit, and don’t be overconfident. I can leave anytime, maybe in the most inconvenient way possible. I’m a good girl, but technically, I’m still single. Don’t get your hopes up.”—
Forgive me for liking you too much, I’ll forgive you for not liking me enough. Forgive me for the loud racing of my heart, I’ll forgive you for not hearing it. Forgive me for finding you amazing, I’ll forgive you for never noticing. Forgive me for wanting to be with you more than anything, I’ll forgive you for avoiding me. Forgive me for being so pathetic, I’ll forgive you for taking advantage of it. Forgive me for not being able to let go, I’ll forgive you for never holding on.
I’m writing you this letter to tell you that I’m leaving you forever. I’ve been a good man to you for 7 years & I have nothing to show for it.
These last 2 weeks have been hell.
Your boss called to tell me that you quit your job today & that was the last straw. Last week, you came home & didn’t even notice I had a new haircut, had cooked your favorite meal & even wore a brand new pair of silk boxers. You ate in 2 minutes, & went straight to sleep after watching all of your soaps. You don’t tell me you love me anymore; you don’t want sex or anything that connects us as husband & wife. Either you’re cheating on me or you don’t love me anymore; whatever the case, I’m gone.
P.S. don’t try to find me. Your SISTER & I are moving away to West Virginia together! Have a great life!
Nothing has made my day more than receiving your letter.
It’s true you & I have been married for 7 years, although a good man is a far cry from what you’ve been. I watch my soaps so much because they drown out your constant whining & griping Too bad that doesn’t work. I DID notice when you got a hair cut last week, but the 1st thing that came to mind was ‘You look just like a girl!’ Since my mother raised me not to say anything if you can’t say something nice, I didn’t comment. And when you cooked my favorite meal, you must have gotten me confused with MY SISTER, because I stopped eating pork 7 years ago. About those new silk boxers: I turned away from you because the $49.99 price tag was still on them, & I prayed it was a coincidence that my sister had just borrowed $50 from me that morning.
After all of this, I still loved you & felt we could work it out. So when I hit the lotto for 10 million dollars, I quit my job & bought us 2 tickets to Jamaica But when I got home you were gone.. Everything happens for a reason, I guess.
I hope you have the fulfilling life you always wanted. My lawyer said that the letter you wrote ensures you won’t get a dime from me.
So take care.
Your Ex-Wife, Rich As Hell & Free!
P.S. I don’t know if I ever told you this, but my sister Carla was born Carl.
“Music does bring people together. It allows us to experience the same emotions. People everywhere are the same in heart and spirit. No matter what language we speak, what color we are, the form of our politics or the expression of our love and our faith, music proves: We are the same.”—John Denver (via weallseekthetruth) (via quote-book)
Just a sign. One simple sign. I swear I’ll look for it everywhere, anywhere.
The full moon has brought its magic with it, stripping the power off me. I’m helpless. Maybe it was a dream. But it felt so real. It can’t be a fragment of what I want. But nevertheless, I willed it to happen.
Now I can’t make things happen anymore. I feel so weak.
If only you knew.
A little token. Something small and sweet, to trigger whatever’s inside of me. A cookie. A lollipop. A cupcake.
“All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves; we must die to one life before we can enter another.”—Anatole France (via weallseekthetruth) (via quote-book)
“I think that perhaps we always fall in love the very first time we see the man of our dreams, even though, at the time, reason may be telling otherwise, and we may fight against that instinct, hoping against hope that we won’t win, until there comes a point when we allow ourselves to be vanquished by our feelings.”—Paulo Coelho (via yearslater) (via quote-book)
“Remembering everything, feeling you near, hearing your voice, holding back the tears, hearts beating together. Everything makes it so real. But sensory perceptions can be deceiving. And that makes me doubt if you’re really real.”—Cess Luna
“It’s possible to go on, no matter how impossible it seems, and that in time, the grief … lessens. It may not go away completely, but after a while it’s not so overwhelming.”—Nicholas Sparks (Dear John) (via quote-book)
I'm not looking to fall in love. I'm not even necessarily looking for a boyfriend right now. All I really want is to find a nice, good guy I can text late at night, joke around with, and be stupid with. Someone who likes the same music as me, someone I can easily talk to, someone I can be my total self around and not mind at all. A guy I can waste Friday nights with, laugh with, and have fun with. Someone who's not perfect, but understands me, you know? Is that really too much to ask for?
“Love makes you do crazy things, insane things. Things in a million years you’d never see yourself do. But there you are doing them… can’t help it.”—Alex (Wicker Park) (via eightsevensix) (via bubblesinthesky) (via pixierixie)