May. 26, 2004 - 9:37 a.m. I wanted to kiss him, but when I didn't, the wanting passed. It all passed. I slept alright, I didn't dream about him, or dwell on him. He calls to say goodnight, which I love, but not like this. He used to call me because he wanted to say goodnight, now he calls because he knows I like it and he likes doing thinks he knows I like. But I feel like it's forced now, an appeasement. Not for himself but for me. Sometimes selfishness is the best indication of love. But I appreciate it, I do. I think it's heartfelt that he does it for me. Throwing me a bone? How sad for me that I accept it. My bruises are way blacker than that photo does justice. I just couldn't capture it in the crappy lighting of my apartment. What a big baby! old bitching - random - new bitching Langara Course Planning Sounds Like: no music this morning Feels Like: eh. 0 fussbugets said... |
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