it's been so long since i've written anything here, so this hardly seems the thing to start with again. but it will be. because i don't know where else to put this.
i read yours. maybe someday you'll read mine.
you'll read mine and you'll see that it all has an explanation. that it might be weird, but that you're the only one who i really believe would ever actually understand, and at the same time you're the only one i can't say it to.
do you ever think that being prohibited from something makes you want it more? it's not a thrill to try to break a rule, it's humiliating. soul crushing even. and i hate myself every time i think about doing it.
because he doesn't deserve it. or does he? but he doesn't deserve the feelings he'd have if i did.
on the other hand. this is making it worse.
it makes me feel desperate. it makes me feel ... like maybe we missed a moment.
a very important moment.
and i hate saying that, it sounds crazy. it sounds desperate. it sounds how i would never want myself to come across. on the other hand, not talking, not ... anything. this is what it does.
and on nights like these. on weeks and months like these... when all i want to do is to do what my first impulse always used to be. i want to call. i want to text. i want to feel ... understood again.
but i don't want to hurt you. or what you have. i don't want to ruin your good thing, if it is a good thing.
... i've started having dreams again. those dreams.
i read yours. maybe someday you'll read mine.
you'll read mine and you'll see that it all has an explanation. that it might be weird, but that you're the only one who i really believe would ever actually understand, and at the same time you're the only one i can't say it to.
do you ever think that being prohibited from something makes you want it more? it's not a thrill to try to break a rule, it's humiliating. soul crushing even. and i hate myself every time i think about doing it.
because he doesn't deserve it. or does he? but he doesn't deserve the feelings he'd have if i did.
on the other hand. this is making it worse.
it makes me feel desperate. it makes me feel ... like maybe we missed a moment.
a very important moment.
and i hate saying that, it sounds crazy. it sounds desperate. it sounds how i would never want myself to come across. on the other hand, not talking, not ... anything. this is what it does.
and on nights like these. on weeks and months like these... when all i want to do is to do what my first impulse always used to be. i want to call. i want to text. i want to feel ... understood again.
but i don't want to hurt you. or what you have. i don't want to ruin your good thing, if it is a good thing.
... i've started having dreams again. those dreams.
i am:
confused
confused2 judgements | judgement.