bus

I miss you so much, but I don't want to call you and tell you so because that's really all I *have* to say. I miss you. This sucks all over again.

I feel like a sappy idiot, but it's the truth.

I miss you. I love you.

<s>This is exactly what I was afraid of, and exactly what you said wouldn't happen.</s>

I really am trying, and I know you are too. Still, I feel hurt.

Fuck you, sweetie. Don't think you know a damn thing about me by looking at me.

nevermind, sorry

Dear you, I feel like I should respect you, but I don't really LIKE you. I feel guilty for not being able to hold you in the high regard I've always been told that I SHOULD. You've done a lot to lose respect in my eyes. I don't want to give you another chance because I don't think I can be honest w...

because holy shit i've got 1,000 days clean. because i'm trying to get away from punishing myself that way. because i don't want to deal with the wounds afterwards. edited to add the stupidest reason ever: because it'll look nice to have three silver "one year" medals in my sig here, come december. :)

1. [removed] 2. There are things that you said to me that are continuing to save my life, eight years later. Thank you for that. 3. LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE. Stop trying to add me to myspace. I have nothing in common with you and no reason to want to talk with you. You're annoying and I have no inter...

I COMPLETELY understand where you're coming from, but I don't want you to know because I don't trust you.

i admire you so much. but i cant tell you so, for fear of seeming stalkery.

i want to ask you a question so, so badly, but i am afraid of being too intrusive and therefore pushing you away. So I'll just leave it as- thanks for being there for me and thanks for your understanding.

edited

Ha!
I am not surprised that your most recent relationship failed just like ours did. You really do suck at interacting with other people.

you fail at being a decent human being.

This isn't healthy. I need to stop doing this. I need to stop being up in the pre-dawn hours reading your writings. And why did you never answer me? I would rather you just fucking got angry at me, if that's where you stand, rather than having no reaction at all. More than that, though, I hate that ...

well, that was an unwelcome blast from the past.
please unexist. please?

I can't stop thinking of you tonight.

I keep reading back on your blog and I know it's not good for me, but I can't motivate myself to do anything more productive.

I really, honestly, feel sorry for you. I'm sorry for what happened to you. I'm sorry that I was really an asshole to you (inadvertently!) the last time we talked. I really want to send you that unsent letter I wrote, but I'm afraid of what I'd receive in response. Or if I'd receive a response at al...

I miss our conversations.
I want to tell you everything. I want to open up to you like I used to. But I'm scared to death of offending you, since I respect you so much.

I am scared, but I can't tell you how scared I am, because I don't think you'd be able to handle it.