December 2010
2 posts
12/11/10
I’m forcing myself to forget something I want to remember.
Do you know how hard that is?
But it’s for the better, I guess. I don’t want to seem like a bother to you, so I’ll put up walls — show you I don’t care, show you it doesn’t hurt, be indifferent.
But I can’t help thinking, when I cried that day, before I knew, you sent me a text and...
12/02/10
I’ve been hurt so many times, I think I’m obsessed about the idea of hurt itself.
I thought I got over it, I thought I was done, but when my friend came crying to me, and I learned that she had experienced what I did, it all came back. It all came crashing down. Everything that happened last Tuesday. Everything.
That happy Tuesday morning, where I was practically prancing around...