This is the story of the boys who loved you
Who love you now and loved you then
And some were sweet and some were cold and snuffed you
And some just layed around in bed
And some, they crumbled you straight to your knees
Did it cruel, did it tenderly
Some, they crawled their way into your heart
To rend your ventricles apart
This is the story of the boys who loved you

Why would I want him just to lose him again?

Oh, if I could just turn back the clock, when I was still scared and my hair was still dark, and my hands were clean. But now all my choices are spent, and the men that I’ve known, they don’t know what I meant. And Cupid’s arrow is backwards and bent when it’s flying for me.

The Avett Brothers

Well, Now I’ve Made A Fine Mess Of Things.

Now I’m a confused little bugger. Well, more confused than usual. 

I don’t know whether to leave it alone or keep it going.

I could continue to be his friend, and hopefully create a long-lasting friendship that has a slight chance of working out in the distant future. This at the risk of me continuing to hurt by not forgetting him.

Or I could just leave it alone, forget about him and eventually stop hurting. Maybe.

This sounds like a stupid decision, it’s obvious I should leave it alone, right? 

BUT I CAN’T. 

Mabe because I’m a psycho. Maybe because this is real. I have no idea.

All I know is, I’m still talking to him and it’s still hurting but he still makes me happy.

And I know I should leave him alone and keep at least a shred of my dignity. But, the thing is, when it comes to him, I have none.

I’m a crazy, stupid girl who can’t just stop hurting myself by giving myself the instant gratification of THINKING about him. 

I’m a stupid bitch. 

I took a book and went into the forest. I climbed the hill, I wanted to look down on you. But all I saw was twenty miles of wilderness, so I went home.

Belle & Sebastian

Hurricane Tangled.

I’m not really sure what’s going on right now. But I’m a little tired of analyzing EVERY SINGLE emotion I feel. Like, sure, the way I felt when I wrote that last post was great. I love having those little blurbs of enlightenment. But I’m so tired of always trying to come to that point! Every time I think about my relationships, I think and think and think until I come to some kind of conclusion about how I feel about the subject, and then I decide that THAT is my new way of thinking about it. I just decide how I feel and then feel that way until I feel something else. But I don’t feel like deciding how I feel about EVERYTHING anymore. I just want to feel nothing. I want to feel nothing about the last 4 guys I’ve liked, and not like anyone new. I want to stop having to think for awhile, it is extremely tiring and time consuming. I want to just BREATHE for a second. Breathe an air undiluted by boy. Or even girl. I think I’ll become a hermit for awhile, Thoreau style. Just listen to birds and leaves and shit and STOP THINKING. That would be so nice. I think I’m going to start meditating. I’m going to teach myself how to not think about things. It’s going to be wonderful. So what I’ve taken from this post: I’m running away to the woods to begin a solitary confinement where I become one with myself and nature. 

Or maybe I’ll just go get a cup of tea and sit in my backyard.

We’ll see what pans out. 

This One’s For The Girls

So, I realize I’m not very good at frequently updating my tumblr, which I discovered was to the dismay of readers that I apparently have! This is partially due to the fact that I sometimes (sometimes.) have a life, but also because I’m not always flowing with fantastically entertaining dialogues. But I’ll work on that. Anyways, last night I was having a brief girl chat with a friend I don’t see often, explaining to her the latest bit of boy stories I have to offer (there are always boy stories. ALWAYS.) And after explaining to her my little sad story about the almost-one that I’ll never see again, she said “You know what? Years from now, you guys are going to reconnect and end up married”. And while that is highly implausible, it made my night. That may have been the best pseudo-advice anyone has ever given me. After being all mopey for weeks about how I was going to miss him, and mourning the fact that nothing ever happened, that was the glimmer of hope I needed. I am perfectly aware that it will probably not happen anything like that, but it took a sad situation and made it not completely hopeless! Instead of continuing to mope, it turned my mind to the other side of things, the side where great things are possible, where things are open-ended and mysterious, where this is a “To Be Continued” rather than a “The End”. And while I’m not over here planning our wedding or anything, this guy is really important to me, and that kind of attitude is what I needed. Now, I can be happy of what might yet be to come. Even if it has nothing to do with him, even if it has everything. Maybe I’ll reconnect with anyone else years from now. The point is, sometimes, stepping out of the present and looking into the future is exactly what you need to put things into perspective. And the view is so much better from here. 

austencaps:
Life seems but a quick succession of busy nothings.

austencaps:

Life seems but a quick succession of busy nothings.

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Mean people are most unhelpful when trying to maintain a healthy diet. A carrot just doesn’t have the same effect as a can of double chocolate frosting.