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Weak is the girl who loves and shows it.
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I like inconsistent, incessant fits of obsession like these. It reminds me I’m still here. Ahhh depression, how does one describe thee. Where is that bloody rock? Why do I trip on my own ankles? Who are you, why are you so, where are you, who is she, how does she. Inspiration comes in loud bangs and deafening swooshes when you wish too hard for it. A premature gift before its time. Brought on by the unwilling santa. When it was quiet, the silence was stale. Now my head works but why does my voice feel so loud? Where did you buy your cup of tranquility? I am not rich but I shall starve for a month if it means I can afford one teaspoon of it.
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Send the sony for repairs.
Wash my jeans, my jacket, and my bag.
Get my eyebrow and ears pierced. Again.
Stop obsessing over waxing.
Stop obsessing. Period. Stop the texts, the blatant get ons, constant jealousy, the yearn, the need.
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So I’ve refrained from blogging for a long time, for fear of either jinxing it or revealing too much. But I woke up this morning to pictures in my head, pictures that weren’t there last night, pictures that flood in on a steady head, and I do not like feeling that came with it. It feels like a heartbreak, but the good sort. Or maybe I’m just masochistic. If I jinx this now then it wouldn’t be too bad I guess, I shouldn’t dwell on activities like these anyway, I don’t have the luxury of time on my hands, plus, erm, yeah plus plus plus.
But it puts pictures in my head. And you’re right you know, these eyes they fall in love so quickly. Not too easily, but definitely naturally.
How can they not this time? When even the heart sees beauty.
Then the heartbreak follows like it does everything that looks so spectacular. When the spark feels so near and probable. When I have the strongest feeling your answer will be a no. It’s a cycle but it mounts. Today I woke up to find that it’s now close to unbearable. I need to fall out of this cycle- And that’s why I’m finally blogging.
This is probably karma. For all those times I’ve played the race just to see who’d trip first. No points for guessing the loser. When did I let fear consume me so.
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what I was looking for-
inspiration.
Seek and you shall find,
hunt and ?
