Sometimes I wonder if the people around me are as observant as me. do people notice the small things others do? I pay too much attention. It kills me in small ways. I see life as an observer. I've met no one like me. Some days I wish that someone could just understand. I want people to see what I see, to be observers. But everyone is so in the moment. I wonder if there is anyone like me. Someone so silent and aware.Life goes on though, maybe I'll grow out of this and maybe, I'll meet someone like me.
Thursday, February 23, 2023
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Wednesday, February 15, 2023
Valentine's day
Yesterday was valentine's day. I've always loved the holiday, love, chocolate and most importantly the enjoyment of watching others hearts break. The misery of valentine's day is satisfying, yes, I sound psychotic. In my defense, it's really funny. Every girl expects something and the lucky ones get that something. It's the most perfect day for every form of heartbreak.
Love is tragic, that's what I love about it. I love tragedy, I mean look at me, I've built myself around the idea of being tragic. Love is the most painful emotion and on valentine's day it brings its battalion. I love how unperfect it is, when love is supposed to be perfect, it is the complete opposite. Hearts break far too easily. It's enjoyable to say the least.
Saturday, February 11, 2023
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