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If I didn't write about you on my tumblr, you weren't that important
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I was mad that he was giving me mixed signals but then I ended up giving mixed signals to someone else.
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I keep getting close to people whom I don't find mentally attractive. And those whom I do find attractive, I am afraid of.
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And here I am, alone again
Things didn't work out this time either
So, the problem seems to be me
I wasn't able to understand his way of life
I couldn't align with his way of thinking
But eventually it didn't matter because he wasn't looking for anything deep
He warned me but I didn't listen
I was blinded by my attraction to him
Making love with him was beautiful
I felt connected
And it made me attached to him
That wasn't so beautiful anymore
Well, at least not for him
He didn't find it lovely that I wanted to be with him all the time
Because he had other friends he wanted to hang out with
And that made me sad
The worst feeling was that I was supposed to be his friend too but I didn't feel like one
I started to feel like I was being used for sex
And maybe I really was
It was so short it'll soon feel like a dream
But we made some videos, so watching them might make it feel real
That actually made me really happy, cause I've wanted to do that for so long
Sometimes I was able to get so fucking excited around him it was weird
But I knew I could
I knew I was able to express myself however I wanted to
Yet I wasn't able to express my feelings, to ask him things
I don't know why
I liked him, although we didn't understand each other, I think
I could easily fall in love, but fortunately he didn't let me
Or unfortunately?
It hurts even more now after I wrote all this
I bet he's fine
He didn't like me that much anyway so
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Turns out I'm ISFJ
nothing describes me more than this
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And we were lovers
Now we can't be friends
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“They told me they loved me constantly, chronically, every day. They gave me a good home. They cared for me. They did all the basics, and above all that: they worked hard to put me in a great school district. But no matter how much they provide, your parents can’t give a shit for you. I made every bad choice a high schooler could make: tv, video games, pornography. All the stuff that you use to not think about stuff. It’s immediately gratifying, maybe the first 50 or 100 times. But after the 200th time, that stuff becomes who you are. I guess the whole time I was just hoping that someone would come along and tell me exactly what to do with my life, or else it would just come to me. Maybe that happens for some people. But for the other ninety percent of us, we have to make the conscious decision to just go. At first I told my dad I was joining The Marines. He’s an attorney. It certainly wasn’t what he would have chosen for me. But he said: ‘If this is what you want to do, you’re going to visit every branch. You’re going to make an educated decision.’ On the day I signed with the Coast Guard, I remember telling him: ‘I just want to be a good man.’ That’s as far as I’d gotten. That’s the only thing that I knew for sure. I didn’t know where the path was going to lead, but I was just tired of not trying. I figured it was better to just start walking and see what the hell happens. Because I know what happens if I don’t do anything.”
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