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Friends of Failonvoyeur
| And that's the way | January 7th, 2009 @ 5:14pm |
| by mykryptonite | |
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Was that a mistake? Maybe. I hope that I am not misunderstood. We're both better off without each other in our lives. I was hesitant to make this post here, but really, what does it matter? Worst case scenario: two people get the idea that I'm not over it. Their perception doesn't matter, because I know that they are wrong. Their perception only matters when I have that little twinge in the back of my mind that lets me know I'm lying to myself. Even so, realistically only one of those two will as much as see this, let alone understand what I'm saying (I'm famous for saying things in terms that only I understand, and even that is only at the moment that I type them. This post will be lost to even my own comprehension within the year). After all, that was the first time I had looked since before the summer. This semester was my time of healing, of realization, of growth, and ultimately of acceptance. It is true, I'm not done. I'll probably never be done. "Mature" is a very relative term. There is no set point that we reach at which we can say "Okay, I'm mature now, and you're not." People seem to think that for some reason, but adults with that philosophy are never going to grow. There's always room to grow, room to improve yourself, intellectually, socially, morally, in all facets of personality. But that doesn't mean we should stop. Forward is the natural progression, and even if it is an infinite progression, why should we not push forward? Why should we accept where we are as the end, when infinity is so very beautiful. We continue to grow because settling is not enough. I did find myself jealous when I looked. Not of Will, but of the poetry. She is an artist of words, and I am not. It's vaguely upsetting, but again it's not a big deal. Oops, I used a name. But Amanda will be the only one who knows, at least. I am sorry to you, too. I'm basically doing to you what she did to me. And you don't hate me for it. You're a better person than I could ever imagine being. ...I'm still below a 2.0 That was kind of a slap in the face, to know that as much as I've improved this semester, it wasn't enough to bring me up to average. I'm not even incredibly close, with a 1.905, and I doubt that replacing my old physics grade will bring me over that threshhold. I was very upset for a little while, but I already knew that my improvement wasn't enough. I already knew that straight B's still didn't cut it. This is only one semester, only one step in my recovery. I still know what I have to do, and I still have the means and the discipline to do it. I can make it. I WILL make it. Ball's in your court, acceptance board of the school of environmental and biological sciences. I know I can handle anything your school can throw my way. ...except for a rejection... I know I've had too many, but I need this one last chance... |
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| I see... | March 28th, 2007 @ 12:00am |
| by jarlaxle | |
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I have too many of these... and this one gets neglected the most... |
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| 165 hit(s) | (2 comments) | habla |
| November 7th, 2008 @ 4:15pm | |
| by acehelixxx | |
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NEW NOTIFICATION: Alex Miller is now listed at "in a relationship" with ******** (some name my brain came up with.) And I was kind of like: "..what?" So I call Alex and I'm like: Me: "okay... what?" Alex: "what?" Me: "what's up with your facebook status?" Alex: "...oh. uh. yeah. we need to talk." M: "What. The. Fuck." A: "Okay, listen. I wasn't PLANNING on this happening." M: "No, fuck you. You said you didn't want a goddamn relationship right now, Alex." A: "I know, but..." M: "NO. BUT NOTHING. You fucking LIED to me. You could have told me straight up that you jsut didn't want a relationship WITH ME but you fucking go off and pull this shit. Are you fuckign serious?" A: "What the fuck is your problem. No, I can't talk to you right now." M: "No, Alex. You know what? Fuck you. Seriously. I can't believe you. You should have just told me the goddamn truth." A: "Whatever, Amanda. You knew you and I weren't going to work." M: "BULLSHIT, I DIDN'T!" A: "IT WAS SO OBVIOUS, ARE YOU SERIOUS?" M: "...I don't even know what to say to you right now." A: "Whatever, Amanda. Fucking grow up." M: "..." A: "Stop crying, no one gives a shit." M: "..." A: "Bye..." *phone clicks* M: "I love you..." Flash forward to like a week later. (I guess) Alex and the girl that my brain decided was his girlfriend were walking on the other side of the street from me while I was on my way to class (oh yeah, I was apparently in college...). He glances at me, shoots me a dirty look and continues walk. END. |
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