Wednesday, April 15, 2009

I had way too much food today and my stomach wasn't sitting well with it. I tried to make myself throw up, but it didn't work. I almost feel disappointed.
I first got into the sport I am in to hide the bruises my step dad gave me.

Now I continue to hide the ones you give me.
Dear amazingly adorable couple in the Daily Grind,

We've never spoken. I don't know who you are. But seeing you two together makes my day everytime I see you. You are so lost in each other and it helps me remember that love really does exist. I haven't seen you in a while, but I just want to say thank you, both of you, for giving the rest of us hope.
A few days ago, my cousin showed me how to perform perfect fellatio... on the gear shift lever in her BMW. It's probably one of the most useful things she's taught me. I just wish I had the chance to practice on something other than a car.

Sunday, April 12, 2009

I miss you when you're not around. I don't know if I have feelings for you or not, but I definitely know that I miss you when you're not around.
I have spurts where I truly don't care about being single. And then something random and seemingly meaningless happens and it hits me like a truck. I hate being lonely.
I really want to order or buy a vibrator, but I'm afraid I'll never get a chance to use it: what if my roommates hear it through the walls?

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Friday, April 10, 2009

Occasionally, I see two people in a blissful and healthy relationship. Most of the time, I see people in much less than that. Honestly, those few good relationships give me hope to stop settling for less and that maybe one day I'll meet that person for me.
After this, I don't know if I can take anymore failure. I barely managed to hold myself together this week. And this has influenced everything: my friendships, my ability to do well at work and in class.
It's personal. I don't care what you, or anyone else says. I blame you, and I WILL hold this against you.
I hate running into you randomly. At one in the morning walking through campus, on Franklin Street after the celebration, just around campus in general...it throws me off guard. The worst part is that you don't even see me back. You are so fucking oblivious - live outside of your head for once.
I unexpectedly had a dream about finding myself waking up in a bed with you, both of us naked and quietly spooning and making love.

Seriously one of the best dreams I've ever had. Now break up with your boyfriend, best friend, and let me give it a shot.

Wednesday, April 8, 2009

Dear BFF,
You are kind of a bitch sometimes.
Love, BFF
When I ask you what "we" are, the one thing I want to hear is that you want to be with me in a serious way. You are right, of course, about not getting serious too fast, but I can't help myself around you.
Last night you really scared me when I said no to sex because you were too drunk, and you proceeded to hold me down and keep going. I almost panicked, but you let me go almost immediately, and I know you would never hurt me like that. It's just that I think you should know, that thing that you asked me about that I wouldn't admit to the other day, here it is: I was raped at 16. So please, please, please, be more careful next time, because it's too much for me.
It often scares me how attached to you I am already. When you are even just out of reach, I feel the urge to get closer to you. I want to kiss you constantly. I want to be with you all the way. I know it's pretty complicated right now, but I promise it won't be like this for much longer. 4 more months.
I saw you roll your eyes when I was upset and you thought I wasn't looking.
I have been listening to the new Taylor Swift CD nonstop. I like it because it reminds me of when I was more of an idealist.
I really am having a lot more fun ignoring you right now - now I know how you felt when you started ignoring me.
I will probably never be in a functional, lasting relationship,
because no matter how much my head may try to associate coupledom with happiness, security, support, love,
my heart associates it only with heartache and hurt,
and believes people can only be really happy and strong and safe and fully themselves
when they are alone.
I can't even really seem to be happy for my friends when they start going out.

Thanks, Mom and Dad.