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a:i hɛit mən. (And love IPA!) |
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What is it with guys?
You can be entirely devoted, never wavering in your attentions; always be positive, well-kept, available, classy, affectionate...giving them everything they want. You can put up with their mood swings (seriously NEVER having one of your own), be talented in many ways, intelligent, attractive, all while knowing how to have fun...
And yet...he will never verbally acknowledge any of this. He goes as far to say (when you're off, working your a** off at college, double majoring in Vocal Performance and Creative Writing, and balancing that with being in a sorority and an Opera) "So, who is your date for tonight? I know it gets cold over there at night and I know you like to be kept warm. Who are you gonna sleep with tonight?"
What. The. ********?
I understand your god-awful exes screwed you over (by screwing other guys, of course) but seriously? I have never done ANYTHING but be doting, responsible, empathetic, open, and honest with you.
And yet, ever time we're together, it's perfect. Magic. Honest to goodness, right.
How do the two possibly overlap?
If anxiety is, indeed, the handmaiden of creativity,
to what does misery belong?
My guess is alcoholism.
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Aria
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 xx_Princess_Aria_xx · Sat Sep 19, 2009 @ 02:20am · 0 Comments |
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