Wednesday, February 27, 2013
Tuesday, February 26, 2013
All The Small Things.
Dear %(#*(%&W*(&*(%&W*,
Since I haven't posted in a really long time, I thought I'd write a letter about him. The only problem is I don't have anything to say. I mean, I don't even know why I like him so much. No, it's not his looks. When I first met him, I didn't think anything of him. In fact, I thought his best friend was adorable. But after being around him and getting to know him, I realized he's actually quite perfect. I began to love his looks and his hair and his clothes and smile and his eyes and his voice and the way he says 'Yeah?'. And the way he just carries himself. And how he's sweet to everyone. He tries to be mean but you could never take him seriously because he just can't be cruel to anyone.
I really hope he's not one of those guys that goes home, looks in the mirror and is corrupted with negative thoughts. He seems to be one of them. I hope when he goes away to college in the summer, he meets someone that shows him he's beautiful just how he is. I don't know why 'beautiful' is only used to describe women. I mean, a man can be beautiful. He is. I want him to be happy. I need to know that he'll be happy.
Have you ever just met someone and clicked with them so well? We're constantly meeting people. At first, we shake hands, say hello, automatically judge them, make small talk and get on with our lives. But, then there's those rare people who step into your life and actually make an impression. They prove that humanity isn't as bad as you thought it was. You begin to feel attached to them. And if you have an addictive personality like I do, you long to be around them all the time. And the worst thing about developing feelings for someone you know is too good for you is the fact that you'll never have them and that alone, can break your heart.
Since I haven't posted in a really long time, I thought I'd write a letter about him. The only problem is I don't have anything to say. I mean, I don't even know why I like him so much. No, it's not his looks. When I first met him, I didn't think anything of him. In fact, I thought his best friend was adorable. But after being around him and getting to know him, I realized he's actually quite perfect. I began to love his looks and his hair and his clothes and smile and his eyes and his voice and the way he says 'Yeah?'. And the way he just carries himself. And how he's sweet to everyone. He tries to be mean but you could never take him seriously because he just can't be cruel to anyone.
I really hope he's not one of those guys that goes home, looks in the mirror and is corrupted with negative thoughts. He seems to be one of them. I hope when he goes away to college in the summer, he meets someone that shows him he's beautiful just how he is. I don't know why 'beautiful' is only used to describe women. I mean, a man can be beautiful. He is. I want him to be happy. I need to know that he'll be happy.
Have you ever just met someone and clicked with them so well? We're constantly meeting people. At first, we shake hands, say hello, automatically judge them, make small talk and get on with our lives. But, then there's those rare people who step into your life and actually make an impression. They prove that humanity isn't as bad as you thought it was. You begin to feel attached to them. And if you have an addictive personality like I do, you long to be around them all the time. And the worst thing about developing feelings for someone you know is too good for you is the fact that you'll never have them and that alone, can break your heart.
Wednesday, February 20, 2013
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Tuesday, February 5, 2013
Friday, February 1, 2013
Because I've been too lazy to actually write a "Dear %*#(*%(#".
I just want to watch American's Next Top Model, drink my Arnold Palmer tea, cuddle Abe and be happy. Like, is that too much to ask for. Omg.
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