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I cant think, I cant breathe...
I wouldnt want it any other wayy...
Yey?(x
Friday, January 14, 2011
I wish some things were just how they were before. I just miss it. I don't know, maybe I think they were just better that way, but they did make me happier than I am right now. I want some things to be the same, like we used to. It seems to me like it just got even more complicated, and we go by talking to each other less and less. I never really know about anything going on with you, even though you know a lot about me. Its like we get more distant as time goes by, and im pretty sure that's not how it's supposed to be. I try to focus on the good but it's hard when you constantly get reminded of the bad. And don't think I feel this way all the time, cuhs I have a really long fuse before I start getting angry or start wallowing in self pity, but you start to get or feel insecure about yourself when you don't have anything to remind you that you're doing great or you're prolly just overreacting. In my opinion I don't feel like I'm overreacting. I just start feeling this way when it goes on for too long or when I have too much to think about. I miss the times where we would meet up everyday, & it was a given, that we would meet up after school and see each other, even if we didn't have a chance to talk. The fact that we saw each other and enjoyed each others presence was joy enough. I miss the way we talked before, how it was apparent that we both liked each other, and that there was no doubt about it. I miss how we made time for each other despite what we had going on, and made each other feel important. I miss our little jokes that mean nothing at all, and yet we make it s big deal. I miss all the happiness without the emotional baggage involved, and how we used to act. Most of all I really miss you. The person who makes me happy no matter what I've been through. I just wish you would do the same as I would and have done for you.
5:47 PM
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