Tuesday, April 30, 2013

So now all I can do is wait... must stalk for three weeks straight, and in the side, come up with another lengthy letter...

must give this everything I have, so I can be hurt 100%.  I guess its another form of suicide buahahahaha.

I can only hope that she'll approach me though... she has to...

I'm getting really tired of it all because I can't do it by myself, I really can't, as much as the kind of person I am, the one who tries to do everything himself...

it's really impossible...

Because any sort of relationship takes two people.

Holy Fucking Fuck

I can't believe I lost to a guy who says "good morning sunshine" and "hey beautiful."  What the fuck.  How the fuck did I lose.  Holy fucking fuck.
Maybe I don't understand her because I'm in love with her.

I think I want to hold on...

Because:

1. I love her
2. I don't think of dark thoughts as much

Things that keep me from thinking of dark thoughts:
1. Her
2. Basketball
3. Money

I'm losing it...

I really don't know what to say.  I don't know if I should continue holding on... I don't know if she's moved on, but there's no way to tell.  I think it's the end, and I should stop hoping, and just start talking to new people.  

This is so annoying.

Monday, April 29, 2013

Sucks

That the only way I hear from her is through her blog.

Sunday, April 28, 2013

You know how you can't like someone completely?  Like how they're not entirely good or bad?

I wonder what is it that people don't like about me... and I wonder why I think that, because it shouldn't matter and yet it does.  Maybe this is why I'm such a recluse.

Saturday, April 27, 2013

I'm here in Orange County doing nothing when I should be doing my homework.

I could have met her two times already right after we stopped being close.

I am just not interesting in doing what I'm told... this is really bad.

My style of living is really jeopardizing my future, but then again, I've been dead.  It's just this body that's been moving and thinking, but I really feel that "the me" is dead.  There never even was a "me" to begin with...

I am a product of my surroundings and genetics.  That's what "me" should be.  I am always so egocentric though, thinking that I was just much more than that... but I'm not... and it should be okay.