July 2011
5 posts
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I shop when I'm sad.
flowerlingerie:
I shop and I shop and I shop, until all my money is finished.
It doesn’t even make me feel better. It just distracts me until… I don’t know, until when. It just distracts me for a while.
I do the exact same thing. I don’t know why it makes me feel better for the moment.
Later rather sad that I spent all the money instead.
I guess I'm making this lonely blog a story of my...
Do I love him?
If I have to think about the question, do I love him? Could I possibly?
Maybe I do love him, but it is his family that I hate.
And they seem to go together. Too closely.
I’m feeling like I’d rather kill myself than solve any of these problems.
Too painful.
June 2011
18 posts
My boyfriend's grandmother just died..
Why do I feel so sad about it? I barely knew her at all..
And now they’re comforting eachother back at the house.. And I’m all alone here. ‘Cause I don’t have enough reason to be sad.
Isn’t it always so? It’s not the sadness that people want to comfort you for, it’s the way they can relate to it, and feel bad themselves.
“I’ve been telling my notebooks all the words I’ve kept in the back of my knees....”
– (via aeloquence)
Why do I miss him so much?
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4 posts
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January 2010
4 posts
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“To laugh often and much;
To win the respect of intelligent people and the...”
– Ralph Waldo Emerson (via siximpossiblethings) (via fuckyeahhappy) (via behindinfinity)