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My Public Diary
•Just some random thoughts.•
Please don’t get tired of me.
It happens every time. People lose interest in me. They get tired of me. Suddenly, they don’t bother hitting me up anymore. The conversations become shorter. They forget about me and I just become a distant memory. I wonder if it’s my fault sometimes. But then I realize that people never stay in my life. And there’s nothing I can do about it.
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Please don’t get tired of me.
It happens every time. People lose interest in me. They get tired of me. Suddenly, they don’t bother hitting me up anymore. The conversations become shorter. They forget about me and I just become a distant memory. I wonder if it’s my fault sometimes. But then I realize that people never stay in my life. And there’s nothing I can do about it.
(Source: w0ahpaigexo, via timey-wimey-gamer)
December 3rd
I woke up today and it was snowing, which means that New Year is getting closer and my biggest problem is that I have lots of problems. I am in a weird fight with my friend, none of us wants to admit it and we both act as if nothing’s wrong, I just saw the Haylor thing and…. I just…can’t. Taylor, GTFO. I don’t know what to do about my best friend who I am desperately in love with, I don’t know what to wish for.
That’s one of the most common problems. Like, throughout the whole year you wish for all kinds of stupid things, and when you get a chance that one of those wishes might actually come true, your mind stops working and you don’t know what to wish for. I guess I just want to be happy, but I am fully aware that that depends on myself, and no one can make me happy if I don’t decide to be that way….well, no one except him.
dont judge a book by its cover. my math textbook has a picture of someone enjoying themselves on it. i did not enjoy myself at all
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Time to bust out the leg nog.
british people are so fucking cute
they called christmas lights ‘fairy lights’
they called sweaters ‘jumpers’
sneakers are ‘trainers’
they say ‘you alright/you ok’ instead of ‘how are you’
i quit
fairy lights
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My best friend texted me, he asked if I looked nice right now. I told him no, and he said to get ready so I look good, not to him, but to myself. Only text him back If I felt happy with how I looked. This confused me but I didn’t ask questions. I just got ready, and finally after an hour or two, I told him I felt happy with how I looked, sort of. The door rang about 10 minutes later, and my friends told me to come with them to the park. This confused me but I didn’t ask questions, I was bored anyways. We walked to the park, it wasn’t that far, and they said to sit on the swing set. I didn’t really like the swings at this park because it was the very place my first love broke up with me & shattered my heart. Just sitting on the swing hurt a bit, I went into silence at the memories. Suddenly, I was blindfolded. When my friends took it off, there he was. The boy who told me to get ready, I liked this boy, he was my best friend. He handed me a rose and got down on his knee. “I know this is one of your least favorite places. I also know you stopped believing in love after 2 shots to the chest. And you don’t like change. But this is good change, I think. I want to change this swingset from the place where you closed your door to love to the place where it just began. I’ve sat by & watched you get hurt long enough. You’re beautiful, smart, talented, sweet, funny. And impatient. So, I won’t drag this out. I love you, & I’d like to be your boyfriend…Will you go out with me?” This boy was my 3rd love, he made me feel special. It’s been 5 long years, and just today, he said those exact words. To propose.
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