August 2011
14 posts
over-protectiveness
why is a guy being over protective so damn attractive? i mean, i’m all for women’s rights, but i have to admit, i like being protected by someone i care about. maybe it’s just because i want to be protected by him and know that he cares for me enough to let me know. it’s one of the little things that he does that always manages to put a smile on my face. even if that smile...
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almost
so there’s this guy. and i know what you’re thinking, there always is. but this one’s different. he has touched me in ways my boyfriend of almost a year, never did, and i suspect, never could.
he’s the first guy i like. and it’s a dangerous, powerful like that terrifies and frustrates me at the same time. his moments of tenderness touch me to the core, but...
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“Every girl has that one boy that she’ll never get over. That one guy that makes...”
June 2011
6 posts
Letting go
So after a night of more music recommendations, i finally deleted most of the old voicemails. It felt weird going through the i love you’s but it had to be done. Now im wondering how we got so far from that. We cant even carry on polite conversation anymore. Dont get me wrong, i dont want him back, i just want my friend back. But i guess things happen for a reason and thats why im cuddling with...
perception
why is it that when a guy likes you, he becomes so much more likeable? why is it that when he’s unattainable, he becomes a social pariah? why is it that our perceptions of men change with circumstances? after all, aren’t we supposed to like someone for who they are and not what we see them to be?
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music at midnight
these past two nights, my prom date has been messaging me on facebook giving me music recommendations at midnight. i don’t know what to make of the gesture. a rational person would think he likes me, especially since he was the one who held my hand a month ago. but he claims he doesn’t. and he confuses the living daylights out of me.
all my female friends make it to be some grand...
high school never ends
even though it’s summer and i’ve graduated from high school, the high school drama’s still here; the same happenings are going on. no one’s really changed. even though we’re going to college, i had this sense of foreboding that people don’t really change. the girls who were petty in high school will continue their petty antics, but hopefully, they’ll...
May 2011
2 posts
hand holding
last night, a guy entwined his fingers with mine and kept holding on. does that mean anything? or am i simply over analyzing this? the only non-familial person i’ve interlocked my fingers with is my ex, so to me, hand holding is quite an intimate gesture. all of my instincts scream that there’s some emotional reason behind this gesture but this other guy, one who’s had a crush on...
April 2011
1 post
we?
One boy finally gone; now another is in the threshold, and I’m trying to figure out if he wants to come in or not. I don’t know if i want him to or not. I have a question: how do you know if you like someone?
Silly question for someone who’s already had a boyfriend right? Well, hate to sound like a bitch, but i didn’t ‘like’ him like that. He was just a friend...
January 2011
2 posts
passing me by
One person told me that i have to keep living. But what if i don’t know how to live without someone there to hold me when i’m lonely or when i cry? Sitting here, i listen to the daily conversations of others: some about school, others about plans, but all this living just keeps passing me by. For some reason, i can’t get myself to be an active participant. Why?
aren't i supposed to feel something?
Breaking up with your first boyfriend is supposed to hurt, but then why don’t I feel any pain? There’s no heartache or longing or regret, just indifference. I keep waiting for every expected emotion to hit me all at once and shatter me, but that moment has yet to come. It doesn’t feel like anything’s different. Maybe it was because for the last four months, there wasn’t anything substantial to...