I am my own worst enemy. In and out of so many peoples lives i feel like a whore. An associate whore only because some of my associates don’t even make it to friends. That’s my main goal. I try so hard as my friendly is so different. And to these different people i end up distancing are all the same. The thing is making people feel good, may it be pictures, poems, food, massaging, or giving piggy back rides (all of which i am great at) makes me feel something better than good, dare i say perfect? It seems like i am a fiend for feeling good and being happy, whatever the consequences. Broken hearts, lost time, unspoken words, losing a friend, making an ass of myself, learning about life and growing. I’m just trying to learn from my mistakes and practice what i preach even though it never makes anything, dare i say it perfect? But i told you, i am a fiend. i am crazy for this drug so i continue, even if you are laughing at me. You give me your smile, and that’s all i need.
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3 months ago
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so its days like this
i love my mornings, interning but basically working at the majestic i just know that this is a good place for me.
on the way to school i was skateboarding and some GIRL backed into a spot trying to fit in and as i skate past the front of the car
mind you im only a little bit infront of the hood, she pulls off nearly hitting me but i put my hands on the hood and i juke to the left, kick my board infront of me, slide pop off her hood with my hands, spin and land on my board and kept skating.
swear it was the sickest thing ive done so far.
my foot is already halfway up todays ass
i just had another one of those days
oh so sorry for those who actually follow me when i only find time to spam and reblog my picture. this is not for you, this is for me. i feel like i need to keep track of my being
my life this style, everything im seeing.
it goes a little something like this.
im fucking stressed. i dont like girls, i love them and its my fucking fatal flaw
actually what is my fatal flaw is caring too much, sue me nothings changing.
i think im falling for my friend…what do i mean i never stopped liking her, i just said we could be friends because something is better than nothing. the problem is that we are friends and we are becoming best friends and i love it but i hate it at the same time. shes got some things to figure out and i really just need a friend. she seems pretty genuine and shes relatively close.
but thats not a bad thing in my life. i let her and she let me in and now were both in each others worlds.
so now that i have a good enough friend i can complain about these girls. these girls. as i am trying to move on and pursue those who want me to i find this one chick who knew me of my status i guess? ahha what status. but i know i make her feel good, i make her smile. SHES JUST SO BAD WITH HER PHONE and im pretty damn needy and….she lives far away. whats up with these far chicks named jess living in mt. pleasant?
cant get enough of them.i dont feel like im her type but she insists i am. i mean we finally kissed (one kiss) recently. i dont fucking know
i still love my ex but i dont think she loves me. this new girl will inevitably make me care less about how being so attached to my phone…
i need someone to cuddle with. i cuddle with two girls two different times and i insisted on being little spoon just to feel someone elses presense…
i need to get some chinese food and go the fuck to sleep
and write this paper
and masterbate
and am only being real.
only doing this because i need a diary.
