Hay Fever

Apr 4th, 2008 1:20:43 am - Subscribe
Mood: Rejected

Sometimes I talk to you when I'm smoking.

I tell you things I never get a chance to when I'm at your appartment.

When I dance, I'm dancing for you. You never watch. I know this because I am watching you.

I try to be satisfied with what happened but I can't help wanting more.

Chelsea tries to help you. She tells me I don't stand a chance and that you find me odd.

I'm sorry I left a post card in your mailbox. I'm sorry if I frightened you. I thought you would find it creative and humorous. I realize now how silly I am.

I don't want a relationship, I wish you knew that.

Secretly, I wish that my not wanting a relationship is your only deterrant from persuing me and that you really want me as your girl.

I don't think I could ever love you.

I hate the feeling I have for you now. If I could make it stop, I would.

I want to replace you with someone who cannot hurt me.

I hate longing. I hate this wretched emotion.

"Yearn" is such a stupid word.

Pine is only foliage.

I hate hope.

You taunt me.

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