Mah hurr looks good today :D
oooo lawds you cute :)
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I mean, Jesus, who even gives a fuck about sex?! People act like it’s the most important thing humans do, but come on. How can our sentient fucking lives revolve around something slugs can do. I mean, who you want to screw and whether you screw them? Those are important questions, I guess. But they’re not that important. You know what’s important? Who would you die for? Who do you wake up at five forty-five in the morning for even though you don’t even know why he needs you?
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I think I’m just realizing something
I can’t talk to you. Well, I can talk to you, but I can’t TALK. I mean, I can mindlessly chatter about my day to you, ask about how your day was, maybe even discuss plans we have for the weekend. But when it comes to how I’m feeling or the randomness that is going through my head, you’re not the first person I go to.
Those awkward silences that we have make me so frustrated. You keep everything in your head and leave me just sitting there wondering what you’re thinking. You seem worried that the next thing that comes out of your mouth will make me hate you. Maybe that’s just how you are. I really don’t know. One thing I do know is that when I’m with you, I’m happy.
Despite all the frustration with not knowing what goes on in your head, you really do know how to make me smile. I guess I just need to stop being so afraid and just tell you what’s bothering me. I mean, not telling you that I feel like you’re not saying everything you want to because you’re afraid, even when I’m afraid to do basically the same thing? It is pretty ridiculous.
So, I guess in realizing that I can’t talk to you, I also realized me not telling you what I’m thinking is why you don’t say what’s on your mind to me.
This is exhausting.
