i don't want to get over you.

what would happen in the world if you actually listened to all those truths that come to you in a yoga practice.

stuff like, he doesn't think of you like that, you're being stupid expecting this, you feel isolated.

i don't know.

i thought i had something to say.

i used to be so eloquent.

so much so that when I read over my past entries i can't even believe that it was me that wrote them.

i changed my mind, i just want to play my guitar.

not stare at you like we didn't have this big fucking secret.

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i don't want to get over you.

i guess i could take a sleeping pill and sleep at night.

stupid bitch ex girlfriend sending me an email.

what is it that you want exactly?




i need the strength.


to make it through all of this.

and to not have so much jealousy.




because i do. i do.





because i do.




dear natalie,


yeah, fucking right.

i hate when i find pictures of you on facebook even though i blocked you. we still have too many connections. what was i thinking?


what was i thinking?


and now you think you can just email me like nothing went down, like nothing happened.

like nothing. like nothing.







like nothing.