The awkward moment someone who’s as good as an ex invites you to keep his number.
How about
you
fuck
off?
I mean, I know I’m not better than people.
I know that. I’m definitely not better than the people I love. I couldn’t be, ever.
But similarly, I can’t help but look at a lot of people I know, and think;
“We are so much fucking cooler than you will ever be.”
Is that wrong? I think that might be where some of my resentment begins for some particular people.
Anyways.
Yeah, probably wrong.
But I’m not entirely alone in this.
So no worries, sure.
I keep seeing people saying things like “hey if you’re feeling down feel free to talk to me” which is great.
It’s important that people know there are people available to talk to who’ll listen, and care.
But few people seem to think about how difficult it is for some people to talk about things.
Whether it’s a stranger or someone close to you, it can be so incredibly difficult to feel like you CAN talk to someone regardless of how much they offer.
It isn’t always the best way, but so often it can be- just ask. Don’t offer your ears and say “when you want to talk, I’m here.”
Ask them how they are. Chat to them. Make it easier.
Honestly, I don’t think I’ve ever once “talked” to someone who’s offered to listen if I needed it. The people I talk to have asked me about what’s going on. They’ve pushed me to discuss it by showing an interest in me, and I feel like that is one of the most important things you can do for a person.
I just want to hit anyone who thinks friends with benefits will be a good idea.
I won’t lie, there is a possibility of reaching/beginning with a happy medium which is effectively no extra feelings on either side, in which case everything turns out really awesome, but 99% of the time someone is just going to get hurt.
But if you’re willing to get your heart ripped out for sex, be my guest.
It’s not as bad as it sounds, really.
Getting some words down in my preferred Leonard Speaks fashion. Aka, just words with some dancey bits. More to come if I can be bothered. (Taken with instagram
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There’s so much I pushed back over the past year and it’s all coming back to me.
I don’t like this. I don’t want to be that person again and I’m terrified that’s what’s going to happen if we all keep going the way we are.
And you know what? Now all of the plans suck ass.
I had finally become okay with the way I wanted to go about this.
And now I just feel fucking pathetic.
(Source: undeadlife, via rokshocka)
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Reg: Don't let yourself be used. Don't be at his beck and call.
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Me: That is horribly difficult!
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Reg: I reckon.
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Me: I don't want to sound like a slapper, but that isn't easy at all.
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Reg: It's not slapper behaviour, because guys do it. It's just that someone you like, is *paying attention,* and you want to do everything to keep it that way.
I keep finding myself going through old things.
Old photos, old pieces of writing, diaries.
And it’s taking me back to feeling sick every day, and hating people and wanting things.
And it’s mixing with how I feel now and everything just looks like a mess.
I don’t want these memories, anymore.
