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Writers Block
Is it worth losing her over?
If it is, then you know she’s Not The One.
I was, I guess, in a way.
Maybe it meant nothing. Maybe it meant everything to her, but she’d never admit that. After all, she’s not me.
What if you knew?
Everything that
hides
between
us.
Little thoughts emerge in the minutes of the day that stand still, Just.
Go.
Go for it, run, don’t look back. It’s not a fucking movie or TV show, ITS YOUR NOVEL
Maybe it’s just writers block.
Ils se demandent pourquoi j’en ai rien à foutre d’avoir ce putain de diplôme qui m’ouvre les portes vers une autre putain d’école pour essayer d’avoir un autre putain de diplôme. Ce que je redoutais le plus est en train d’arrivé, mais comme une merde n’arrive jamais seule, elle est accompagnée de son lot de moments pourris. J’en ai pas envie, j’en ai jamais eu envie, je sais plus quoi penser de tout ça, j’en ai juste marre, je veux juste tout recommencer encore et encore ... Je sature, je suis déçu, dégoûté, foutu, niqué, baisé, ... J’ai jamais demandé tout ça. Je suis un putain d’âne à qui on tend une carotte depuis 12 ans, une autre depuis 6 ans et la dernière mais non des moindres depuis presque 4 ans et tout ça pour quoi; un diplôme, qui ne me sert à rien, et un putain de cerveau niqué avec le cœur qui va avec. J’en peux plus, je m’assume plus comme ça, c’est fini ...
And unfortunate truth...
You can rationalize all you want but unfortunately emotions happen/remain dispite being irrational and not make any sense...Turns out I'm not as over you as I thought and should be. You're not right for my and I'm not right for you so why do I still get all a-flutter when I come across a picture of you....
I wish my heart would just fucking do it's job. I'm getting sick of medication and hospital visits because it doesn't want to beat to a proper rhythm.
ouch.