Currently Listening To: Oh Oh Chontelle! // The Vaine
'...you're not lying, they just don't see you...'
WOW. I have been following this blog for quite a while. I'm so glad I discovered Sally Jane Vintage.
Uhm yes.
Contrary to what he thinks of me, I am quite uninteresting. I mean? Whats so special anyways?
Its not like people read this, right? This is my own private space to air any troubles I have, always being ambiguous and melding sorrows to mask who I'm angry with or to hide anything I don't want people to know directly.
And no, I don't think I am stressed enough for these.
It's like you talk in hushed tones. It's like I'm not ever going to be the same as you. Just tell me anything I can do to close this gap. We're drifting. And you're not doing anything about it. I'm not doing anything about it. We're going to end up like we were before we knew that we were going to spend the rest of our lives getting to know each other. It's not as good as a feeling as one would think. Is this how you felt? And it hurts that you only cared about the other one and not me.
I'm reading a new story. Two,actually, if she'd update. They're pretty good.
I mean, if you're into the same sort of things I read. The characters that circulate in my head are fucked up. So I guess that just makes me love stories about students falling in love with their teachers. And daughters falling in lust with their mother's new fiance, beau, boyfriend, etc.
I blame Easton Ellis and Nabakov for this, but hey, I could just be just as screwed up as the characters I like. Either way...
I feel pretty screwed up at the moment. Very conflicted...
- dyanne. ♠
'Sorry, I don't speak Abercrombie and Fitch.'
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