| Monday, October 29, 2007 |
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emptiness with a mix of depression
and cigarette smoke has it's own euphoric
type of beauty about it. I'm not drowning in
self-pity, fuck self-pity, tragedy is beautiful.
Due to past experiences, I think that I now am
afraid of being in a relationship,
I'm insecure, cold, and afraid of happiness,
I think deserve so much more.
I have turned down a very very decent,
romantic and sweet guy this year, and joked to my
friends that I only date assholes,
and need "a guy that will hit back".
The parents' broken r/s destroyed me..
therefore I am condemned to a life
with terrible r/s. |
posted by Jessamine @ 1:25 AM  |
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