Confessional: Redux
See the original here.Believing that there is someone else out there who is experiencing what I am makes it easier.
You didn't want to tell me about it then. I do not want to hear about it now. I wish you would stop expecting me to care when you didn't want me to in the first place.
I had a dream about you last night. You kissed me and it was perfect. I think I used you; I think I probably missed out.
It's even better than I expected.
I hate that you make me feel this way. I hate that I can't make myself stop. I hate that I have another "what might have been" scenario, though I appreciate that this time its failure isn't my fault.
You make me question my morals.
Your self-absorption rivals my own. Your professor was probably right.
I adore you to pieces. You are certainly the best thing to happen to me in years.
posted by nicalyse @ 3:01 PM
1 Comments:
Still such a cool idea. Oh, and I sent you an email by the way. In case you didn't see it already. Your gmail account. xD
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