Sometimes you know something for so long that it gets kinda hard to admit it, or to say it or to talk about it, maybe thats the reason why when you do it feels so good. So.. how do I say this? Well, first of all, I wanted to post a pretty pic but didnt know wich one and I wanted to use this one for so long that, I just did...
Second is that I know sometimes I get way out of line, like the day we went to the movie thing. I should have been a little bit more exited about the nigth; we where all there and it was fun, and I just couldnt stop bugging. Im not expecting sweet words, because I got them already. And if someone wants to say that I talk too much or whatever just do so, I'll be glad.
Third; I just found a pic¡¡ I'll b honest I started typing this a while ago.. but I was surfing and I saw this:
It is a huge ego issue, and the truth is that it has gonne further. I am afraid that if the one person that is,well the way this person is, doesnt want me then, Who in their right and sane mind would?? I know its absolutly paranoiac but thats been in the back of my head since february, and I just cant shake it off.
The truth is Im a mess¡¡¡ and I use people... too. About that the thing was that He was to me what soccer guy was(is?) to my starry sis.. and Ive known it since it begun a year and a half ago. Maybe I dont miss our long conversations or the way he made me feel about everything (when I was sad or stressed o just plain normal he would make it right) One day like six months ago I was at school and I just coulndt stop crying and he was there until I left and.. maybe all I wanted was the constant hug. And that is soooo patetic. not because of the thought alone but because it was me who complained day after day about him wanting this.
Another something is that Im getting stressed; who cares about the rest of my life, I want today. I one hand, its cool because I woudnt know what to do with guy, but on the other its like please¡¡ give me a break and tell me Im not gonna be the lady with the creepy cat we saw today¡¡¡ Cause know it or not, being eaten by some of my 25 cats is one of my biggest fears. I just dont understand because, not to be a snob I myself have never belived it, but Im supposed to be kind a pretty. And even if not smart to the extreme I have a brain and I can use it! And maybe I have personality issues but that is one of those things you learn about someone after a while, right? Do I have a sign in my forehead that says "WEIRD"??
Im not the only one who goes trough this, but its my turn to complian.. I mean, I could go back to highschool and stop eating to see if by dropping fat I get someone, and even then, Ive seen people fatter way fatter than me with someone.
And maybe its me who is the picky one but, Im not doing a guy that is really more fucked up that I am.
Ok.. so this is what was on my mind for the past.. whos counting the time. Xoxo, love..
And yes, it is about the "I want it to last forever guy".
Wednesday, May 17, 2006
It was only a kiss..
Posted by *~PinkTangerine~* at Wednesday, May 17, 2006
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2 Gente dice...:
sadly but truly nothing lasts forever (sorry for that guy)...
me ecanta when you complain, yes in inglish!,
me ecanta que expreses como te sientes con tanta conciencia de que quizá nada de lo que quienes te escuchamos podamos decir vaya a ayudar, porque compartes... being friends is to share.
me encantan los desafios tanto como tus respuestas y tus pantalones verdes, porque como los mejores retos, tu amistad exige. exige cambio, inteligncia, valentía, silencio, sentido (cada vez menos) común...
you don't want a hug or a word, you don't need poetic solutions to well analyzed situations, you need no explanation for issues which implications have been already explored and determined...
you're not a friend who increases cheap egos of people who is willing to help those in need of fancy words and easy lies in order to reshape their landscapes just for the selfpleasure of doing it. you're a friend who challenges the most deep foundations of what i believe i am, the one who reminds me the confusing and painful significance of sarcasm, my sarcasm, which even i mixup.
how hard is not knowing what to say, how wise is not to expect a comment, how easy to use humor as a weapon and drug, how intelligent it would be to hear and use silence to share, without trying to understand or come up with solutions...
'cuz life has no solution, is a journey in which nothing lasts forever, not even problems, persons or kisses.
luvya.
Love ya sis... complain away.. I'll be here listeninig, reading and thinking "well that's exactly how I would put it...if I were half as smart as my sis.."
I love the way your mind works and I absolutely adore u!!!
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