Getting Lost, Found, Then Lost Again.

@stphnie

My life isn't all that exciting but when it is its rememberable forever in my soul. Most of what you'll read comes from my heart, my life, my world, but some of what you'll read might just be my way of letting my creative imagination out. You'll just have to guess for yourself what is real and what's not.

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Experience was meh 😆

starting has been very difficult

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Make yourself gone.

Why?

Cut yourself you cunt

🤗

Do you love anyone? Who?

I don’t believe in love.

Is the I miss you post about the person you did molly with?

No, it’s about the old me.

Favorite band? Or song?

Had to you really think about this one but favorite song I would say Hotel California by The Eagles.

I’m really not trying to be rude 😂 I think you’re cool and wanna be pals

Oh well thank you.

Who did you do molly with? I absolutely love it. I wish I could feel that way all the time. I’ve only done it in groups of large people

That last post was in my drafts for two years, or so, so it doesn’t matter who it was with. He was my boyfriend at the time; that’s all I’ll say.

Bitch.

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I miss you.

I haven’t had this feeling in a long time. Feels like I forgot what it is like to miss someone; to want someone back in your life again. However, you came to mind today. I started to think about how you always saw the good in people, unlike me now; suspicious of people’s every intention. Not you though, it seems naive to me now to act in that way, since I fear getting hurt or being used. You’ve never been hurt and I envy that. I miss how nice and sweet you were. I miss how much you loved to laugh and joke around even if it got you into trouble sometimes. You were so loud and carefree. You were trusting, cheerful, innocent, romantic, and very sentimental. You never had to pretend to be something you weren't. I miss having you around for selfish reasons. If you came back now maybe I’d be better off. Perhaps I wouldn't be so mean or cynical. If you were here I’d probably still believe in love and be a hopeless romantic surrounded by friends. Maybe I’d cry and hurt less, but you're not. You're not here anymore. You're gone. And I miss you . . . I miss the old me.