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Sunday, November 7, 2010

Rambling..

You will never meet someone like me. When you can even handle having a coversation with me without having a blood vessel pop, then we can talk. I’m so much more mature than you are, I am so stupid for even thinking you could actually work out. I blame myself.
you’re so fake
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If you find it so effing disgusting or painful or awkward, or whatever is the reason, to see me, then WHY DO YOU TALK TO ME!? LEAVE ME ALONE!
For chri’s sakes. Just, stop talking to me!
I’m sure you don’t want to, why put me in the situation that I have to look at you and answer you, when I know you don’t want to see me!?
I don’t wanna have a reason to look at you. Or to talk to you, for that matter, not even “hi”. I’m sorry, I can be good at pretending, but I don’t wanna pretend around you. I want you to know I feel pain and awkwardness around you, because I know you don’t want me there. I want to leave the politeness and be able tu turn my fucking head even if you’re talking to me.
I don’t want you to say my name more than the necessary. I don’t want you to call me, to act like a person around me in front of everybody else, why wouldn’t you treat me like when we’re alone? Why don’t you avoid me like that?
Common, go ahead, turn you face like you do when nobody’s around. Look to the ground like you do when you pass near me.
DO IT. FOR THE LOVE OF GOD BE CONGRUENT! Didn’t you say you were all about congruence? Well, show it! ‘Cause I’m sick about you avoiding me, and later you lookin’ at me and sayin’ things like we were friends. I know you don’t care about being polite, I know you way better than that, then treat me like you feel.
Better, leave. As soon as you can. Leave. Or, leave me live my life. Is your problem, right? You’re the one feeling awkward around me, the one who doesn’t want a friendship and the one who doesn’t want to see me, right? Dissapear!

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