RiderOnTheStorm
E. N.. T... :P
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- Aug 25, 2008
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Never met anyone that has had me more strung up. Never. I hit an all-time low. I got really drunk at karaoke last Thursday night and I sent him a bunch of texts and called him 4 times leaving 2 messages. I've never seen me behave in such a manner. The shoe has always been on the the other foot. I spilled my guts about how I felt about him. Held nothing back. Thinking back on it I'm disgusted with my actions. Those messages...fuckin' a. -_-
I didn't get the slightest response from him. Part of me thinks that it's safe to say it's finished, but then again... Our connection was profound. I could go into detail why I say that, but this blog is set to private and no one but me and you mods can see it. So, if you're a mod and you want to know, ask. I don't know what to make of this as of yet.
I stopped using Twitter. It was a main source of communication through our phones. This way we would have each others messages stored, and we wouldn't have to worry about saving them and taking up memory on our phones. Cute, I know.
He's left every relationship status on all mediums as "In a relationship". Maybe because I still owe him money for the Hilton, and he's just waiting 'til he gets it? That may just be my 6 talking.
My 6 gets pretty bad when I don't get any reassurance. It's like shuving my foot in my mouth while digging my own grave, laying down in it and then covering myself with dirt bad.
If I turn my back I'm defenseless
And to go blindly seems senseless
If I hide my pride and let it all go on
Then they'll take from me 'till everything is gone
If I let them go I'll be outdone
But if I try to catch them I'll be outrun
If I'm killed by the questions like a cancer
Then I'll be buried in the silence of the answer
(By myself)
I went to see him in December. From the 17th to the 21st. (I think odd numbers are lucky.) While I was there I questioned everything he said. Looking for reassurance that his feelings were true. I was feeling insecure, physically. I let that interfere big time. But that wasn't even the worst of it.
On my first night there we got drunk. I don't know how drunk he got, but I, apparently got blackout drunk.
The next day we went to the zoo, and I could tell that there was something wrong. I kept asking him what was bothering him. He kept telling me, "nothing." BS. Like he can hide anything from me.
Shocker:
Me: How did I wake up naked?
Him: You don't remember?
Me: No.
Him: Wow. You really don't remember?
Me: Nope. Tell me.
Him: We were making love and I was telling you that I love you, and you snapped at me and said, "You know, the more you say it the more it loses meaning." Then you passed out.
Me: 0_0 I'm so sorry. v_v
Like the Hindenburg. Barely off the ground; it all looked so promising. Then something unforeseen happens and it's like, "HOLY SHIT! I DID NOT SEE THAT ONE COMING!" And I stand here with my mouth agape, in awe.
I guess we'll see how this one plays out, eh folks?
[youtube=Th_ie6NiVbU]The End (Instrumental)[/youtube]
I didn't get the slightest response from him. Part of me thinks that it's safe to say it's finished, but then again... Our connection was profound. I could go into detail why I say that, but this blog is set to private and no one but me and you mods can see it. So, if you're a mod and you want to know, ask. I don't know what to make of this as of yet.
I stopped using Twitter. It was a main source of communication through our phones. This way we would have each others messages stored, and we wouldn't have to worry about saving them and taking up memory on our phones. Cute, I know.
He's left every relationship status on all mediums as "In a relationship". Maybe because I still owe him money for the Hilton, and he's just waiting 'til he gets it? That may just be my 6 talking.
My 6 gets pretty bad when I don't get any reassurance. It's like shuving my foot in my mouth while digging my own grave, laying down in it and then covering myself with dirt bad.
If I turn my back I'm defenseless
And to go blindly seems senseless
If I hide my pride and let it all go on
Then they'll take from me 'till everything is gone
If I let them go I'll be outdone
But if I try to catch them I'll be outrun
If I'm killed by the questions like a cancer
Then I'll be buried in the silence of the answer
(By myself)
I went to see him in December. From the 17th to the 21st. (I think odd numbers are lucky.) While I was there I questioned everything he said. Looking for reassurance that his feelings were true. I was feeling insecure, physically. I let that interfere big time. But that wasn't even the worst of it.
On my first night there we got drunk. I don't know how drunk he got, but I, apparently got blackout drunk.
The next day we went to the zoo, and I could tell that there was something wrong. I kept asking him what was bothering him. He kept telling me, "nothing." BS. Like he can hide anything from me.
Shocker:
Me: How did I wake up naked?
Him: You don't remember?
Me: No.
Him: Wow. You really don't remember?
Me: Nope. Tell me.
Him: We were making love and I was telling you that I love you, and you snapped at me and said, "You know, the more you say it the more it loses meaning." Then you passed out.
Me: 0_0 I'm so sorry. v_v
Like the Hindenburg. Barely off the ground; it all looked so promising. Then something unforeseen happens and it's like, "HOLY SHIT! I DID NOT SEE THAT ONE COMING!" And I stand here with my mouth agape, in awe.
I guess we'll see how this one plays out, eh folks?
[youtube=Th_ie6NiVbU]The End (Instrumental)[/youtube]
