"Everything I did sought your attention."
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superboner:
1) List ten things you want to say to people but know you never will.
2) Don't say who they are.
3) Disable comments.
4) Never discuss it again.
I don't know when it happened, but I've fallen in love with you. I hate to see you hurt by someone who'll never understand you the way you need, and I know I could take so much better care of you than s/he ever could, even s/he ever saw the light and got involved with you. But, you're not interested in me like that, so I'll just content myself with being the best friend I can.
The only thing that keeps you from being a slut is the fact that you two are monogamous. I'm very happy for you, assuredly, but it's not fucking fair to rub it in the single chick's face, even if you don't mean it. I can't wait until I have my own space again; a month should be enough to recharge enough to live with you both for another semester.
I'm so sorry. I've somehow managed to turn you into a sex object, and you deserve so much better than my idiotic indecision.
If you weren't out to 'convert' me, you'd chances of getting into my clothes would be so much better. Oh, and the fact that you're not single is a big problem, you ass.
It is, without a doubt, your fault I'll never spawn. Congratulations.
You'll never understand how nice it is to have you to talk to. Even when you're not quite sober.
You decided years ago that your purpose in life was to make my life a living hell. Get the fuck over it, already; we're too damn old for this.
Get the fuck out of my dreams, will you? I love you and I miss you, but it's getting annoying to wake up every morning having spent the night dreaming about you. It's not your fault my subconscious latched onto you like that, nor is it your fault it'll never be anything more than a dream, but I can complain anyway.
You were my first best friend, and you still are one of the best friends I've ever had or will have, but I'm not a child anymore. I'm a grown woman, a semi-independent college student, and I know enough about who and what am I and how the world works that I can take care of myself. I trusted you with my not-so-secret. You have to trust that I can take care of myself by now.
Do you realize how elitist you sound when you talk like that?
superboner:1) List ten things you want to say to people but know you never will.
2) Don't say who they are.
3) Disable comments.
4) Never discuss it again.
I don't know when it happened, but I've fallen in love with you. I hate to see you hurt by someone who'll never understand you the way you need, and I know I could take so much better care of you than s/he ever could, even s/he ever saw the light and got involved with you. But, you're not interested in me like that, so I'll just content myself with being the best friend I can.
The only thing that keeps you from being a slut is the fact that you two are monogamous. I'm very happy for you, assuredly, but it's not fucking fair to rub it in the single chick's face, even if you don't mean it. I can't wait until I have my own space again; a month should be enough to recharge enough to live with you both for another semester.
I'm so sorry. I've somehow managed to turn you into a sex object, and you deserve so much better than my idiotic indecision.
If you weren't out to 'convert' me, you'd chances of getting into my clothes would be so much better. Oh, and the fact that you're not single is a big problem, you ass.
It is, without a doubt, your fault I'll never spawn. Congratulations.
You'll never understand how nice it is to have you to talk to. Even when you're not quite sober.
You decided years ago that your purpose in life was to make my life a living hell. Get the fuck over it, already; we're too damn old for this.
Get the fuck out of my dreams, will you? I love you and I miss you, but it's getting annoying to wake up every morning having spent the night dreaming about you. It's not your fault my subconscious latched onto you like that, nor is it your fault it'll never be anything more than a dream, but I can complain anyway.
You were my first best friend, and you still are one of the best friends I've ever had or will have, but I'm not a child anymore. I'm a grown woman, a semi-independent college student, and I know enough about who and what am I and how the world works that I can take care of myself. I trusted you with my not-so-secret. You have to trust that I can take care of myself by now.
Do you realize how elitist you sound when you talk like that?
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