eternallight13
The meal tasted like styrofoam, but, nevertheless, he complimented her on it. He knew that she knew that he thought it tasted terrible, but she thanked anyway, the whole while knowing that they would never be; not now.
I can't grasp the severity of the situation. I can't tell whether it's just an mediocre feeling or if it actually carries some weight. But I can't just ask her... Can I?
He had to build his strength up. There was no other option. If he wanted even the slightest chance with this girl, he had to become stronger. He needed to become more straightforward, more bold, more obvious; but not too blunt.
I browse through facebook and see all the things my friends do together. Specifically, one, special friend. And I wish I could be part of her plans. It makes me jealous to see her happy with others even if she is happy with me too. Sometimes I think if deleting my facebook, but then I might lose complete contact with her... I don't know...
Do you ever have the feeling like you're fucking everything up? I have that right now, but I try to continue through. I try to suck in my ego and think that it doesn't matter if I am fucking everything up. No one's keeping a score. At least no one who matters. And I'm probably not fucking up that bad anyway.
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When you truly love to do something, you don't need an audience. You don't need people telling you how good you are at it. You don't need fuel from the masses. You just want to do it.
It is a cheep move. The board is going to remove the choral program. My happiness has been momentarily shattered. I will move on but not with out a fight. My 'cheap' letter will have to suffice.
The more he saw her the more she wore at is heart, etching away the coldness, the bitterness, like a barber, precisely removing the unwanted, leaving only soft perfection behind.
Lounging in the park, the couple, at the bench, embraced each other, completely enveloped in their own special world; a world of pure bliss.
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