how did i stay in touch with my loved ones before i got a cellphone or an email
i yearned for them
i couldn't manage much else
i sat and i dreamed of them to pass the days
we had tender moments in my innerworld

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@imnotsorryimnotsorry
how did i stay in touch with my loved ones before i got a cellphone or an email
i yearned for them
i couldn't manage much else
i sat and i dreamed of them to pass the days
we had tender moments in my innerworld
the distance between two points increases over time
the distance between two points increases over time
the distance between two points increases over time
sometimes i find it challenging to write. i don't think in english. not unless i intend to.
the translations are difficult and indirect.
the distance between two points increases over time. we're drifting away from each other. actually, i may not be, but she most certainly is leaving me.
i think about her a lot. it hurts me. in many ways, i think this betrays her — holding onto a memory so tightly, a moment she may now be distanced from. i know what it's like to no longer want to be perceived through a past iteration of yourself. i stop myself from thinking of her because of this. it hurts. i'll have to wait for our next moment, i suppose. if it ever comes.
i think about her a lot. i no longer speak to her. i don't know how to maintain intimacy and it causes me a lot of pain.
__ ______ is single-handedly turning me into a writer
HA imagine the pain that would take
imagine the heartache and complexity.
you don’t like me
you don’t even know me
you maybe like the person you think i am or the person you want me to be
but you don’t like me
i’ve known you haven’t liked me since i was hmm yeah 9
you have never known me and you never will
you will never have the honour of knowing me the person i am
you don’t deserve it
you’re not even even kind enough to the person you think i am or the person you want me to be, let alone the person i actually am
you don’t deserve access to me
5:07
this human body is really fucking with me i swear
i’m ready for a new one babes
i’m ready for a new ooooooone
take me home
13:46
ugh fucking john
02:20
02:19
i’ve made so many discoveries in emotional distress
this emotional torment is too great for me to bear
i have suffered a heartbreak and longing and yearning beyond belief beyond my capabilities
and yet my embarrassment is near greater because the heartbreak is not even mine
but should it make any difference when it is my heart still that has ripped in two
my dear antony i—
im in love with ,,,,
oop always been full of love
17:46
i am in starbucks
waiting for my ride takes long
i will sip my drink
Fundamentals
I fundamentally do not believe love operates from a place of control.
Are you upset with them for not meeting your expectations? For not doing exactly what you decided in your head they’re supposed to do? *In remembrance* The version of me that you created inside your head is not my responsibility
No one is entitled to your love. It is not something you owe.
There is some parallelism in how people love themselves and how they love others, the outside world
I was thinking on how relationships change, how in others’ points of view, they end. I’ve been thinking on how sadness is oft expected when relationships change shape or ‘end’. Is it not okay for that person to feel whole? For them to love themselves so passionately and be so rooted in themself that no ones absence or presence disturbs their inner peace?
I had someone I love express to me uneasily, somewhat sorrowfully, that while they suffered, they felt as though I would be okay. That our changing relationship would not bring me grief and I would still be alive in happiness.
I suppose sadness is the ideal outcome for some — an achievement, an aspiration — it’s a way of confirming their significance to another — their importance. Surely if they are not sad, then I never mattered.
Anyhow, love is revolutionary.
How do we choose who we love? Because there is a choice of course — there’s always a choice even if we’ve yet to meet them.
We don’t deserve harm or disrespect from ourselves any more than we deserve it from others.
Re-identify as many times as you want as many times as you need. You are not attached to any identity anyways.
Looks messy but is chaotically organised is a notable concept
Love has no dealings in the concept of time itself, not in time alone.
Do you want me to not have a sense of self? To give myself so wholly to you that without you there is nothing left? I am not sorry, but that I cannot offer you.
*In remembrance* the version of me that you created inside your head is not my responsibility