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Non iam
by wugs

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Internal Debate

10/29/2009

begin.

I want to write out some big angsty thing to get some feelings off my chest, but I hate being so bitchy all the time.

I know I sound like a very annoying person through entries alone. My comments are usually a bit better, if largely argumentative. I'm just so tired of overall appearance to others. Apparently, I am "Mr. Drama" according to my dad. Gah.

I feel like all of these things are going wrong when really only two or three things are really "bad," per se. I hate being the over-dramatic teen.

---Regardless, I'll do what I hate and bitch some more.---

I hate this cliché crush thing. Part of my brain knows that if I actually knew this guy personally that I wouldn't like him, but the rest is just OMGCUTEBOYOMGCUTEBOYOMGCUTEBOY. -_- I mean, I know his friends better than him, and if he is like them...uhg. Stupid Caleb and his influence on my emotions. What sucks more is knowing that every little glance I get from him--which I see as significant somehow--is, in reality, meaningless.

When I lie in bed at night thinking about a "possible" relationship with him in an epitomizing manner, I realize what a loser I am. I have that goddamn disease called "hopeless romanticism." A simplistic, yet cute, Southern boy becomes, to me, an extremely thoughtful and considerate guy. What the fuck, brain?

At night, my brain dwells on this ignorant male. I think of ways we discover this perfect and destined like we have for each other. *readers should vomit here* Maybe we come across each other in town or something and a passing comment leads to a longer conversation...or we start talking on Myspace...or maybe it's a stupid, childish note left on the others desk in second period (which we share)...etc. It's disgusting, really, what my mind cooks up in the dead of the night.


I need a hobby or something.
Oh yeah.


School.

rawr

end.

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Well is this guy in fact gay? Or bisexual?

Can you imagine what it's like to have a crush on a lesbian, yo? Holy fuck that sucks.

[Anonymous SourceStar|0 likes] [|reply]

RYC: Well the lesbians around me like to flirt with everyone. But they only date chicks, you see. So the lesbian I had a crush on was flirting with me, and I couldn't do shit about it.

Then I tried to imagine the straight guy you're talking about flirting with you. I lol'd.

[Anonymous SourceStar|0 likes] [|reply]

"Hey, what's up BRO! Like, wanna go back to my place and have, like, sex, DUDE?"

"Aren't you straight?"

"Yeah, BROSKI. But seriously, your skin is soft, MAN."

"I'm gay and this is uncomfortable."

"You have nothing to worry about, DUUUUDE. I'll kiss it and make it better, MAAAAN."

[Anonymous SourceStar|0 likes] [|reply]

Oh man seriously. Feeling the same thing, not over a general person, but just that whole hopelessly romantic, like "why can't I have that" kind of thing. It's dangerous, but there's really nothing you can do about it.
I don't think there's any harm in imagining a future with him (or anyone), though it feels depressing because it's not true, sometimes just letting yourself pretend it is feels good for a while.
I'm trying to be all psychological and helpful here, but I think I am sounding pretentious, so I shall shut up.

[Aubrey;|0 likes] [|reply]

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