| Now it's been six years. |


Simply UnfairI don't know how to tell you that I'm not who I've been in front of you and I just don't love you like I loved him in fact I don't think I'll ever love you that's just how it isSimply Unfair
and the last time I was myself-- how bitterly I recall it, my arms around him,
burying my face in his neck, the smell of him, the silk of his long hair between my fingers, hiding from the world in my world, oh the irony.
and I don't know how to tell you when we sit together and you play with the Claddagh on my finger I wish you were someone else but you'll do I guess &nb


The Art of Moving OnToday is not unlike that cold February day when the sun's comfort felt so far away, walled in by bricks and my own dread and chilled from the inside by my fear. And, not unlike that day, my arms wind around myself and I try to rationalize my way out of the place I find myself in, looking for a way out. There are no real solutions; be the one to destroy it first. Beg for him to change his mind. Change your own damn mind, just agree with whatever he says. Or walk away. Just walk away from all of this and pretend it never happened. Pretend you never wanted this.The Art of Moving On
But this is what I wanted. I wanted it, and I fought for it, and by all


ForneverI'm staring at the computer screen. Oh yes. Just staring at it. I've already read the words there so many times-- --so many times I've committed them to memory-- --over and over, to this failing memory of mine.Fornever
I want to hear you read them to me just because it would mean you're here. It would mean you're alive-- you might be-- and that you still give a damn about me. Why yes, I do believe this is madness.
Why do you ask? Maybe because this tale we so enjoyed, though unrealistic, is very seductive because it feels like safety and warmth and taste


Just a ThoughtHow far is too far to travel alone, before you're tempted to forsake everything the people you call "friends" have (supposedly) done for you? And is that really a bad thing? Are we defined by how far we've come with the assistance of these friends or by how much we've been able to achieve when our friends aren't there to help?Just a Thought
And why should we give our friends any credit when we spared them the horrors of our troubles for their own sake, to protect them-- even if it is to protect them from who we really are, deeper than they've seen? Does it take away from our virtue when we choose to shoulder the burden alone rather than dump i
| What I've been up to lately. |
| I like pretty things. |
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Mad, bad and dangerous to know.
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I used to wonder were YOU are
These days I can't find where YOU're not
- mewithoutYou
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Mad, bad and dangerous to know.
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I used to wonder were YOU are
These days I can't find where YOU're not
- mewithoutYou
Have a cookie!
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~*Meow*~
Proud Captain of the Painted Valkyries Company in Amtgard
Club
*DigiWorld
Why thank you! I'd offer you a cookie or something in return but I am wildly inept with deviantart emoticons! XD
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Mad, bad and dangerous to know.
And just so you know, if you want to use an emoticon but aren't sure what to type: anytime you're typing something in a box on dA, on the bottom right hand corner of the box there is "Emoticons". Click on that, and it gives you the whole list.
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~*Meow*~
Proud Captain of the Painted Valkyries Company in Amtgard
Club
*DigiWorld
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Mad, bad and dangerous to know.
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