Filed under: The Unexplainable Things that Seem to Only Occur to Me | Tags: a poetic retelling of my unfortunate seduction, do you like to hurt - i do i do, emotions and other disasters
The hardest-learned lesson, is that people have only their kind of love to give, not our kind.
So here I am again, hoping that these jotted over-emotional words will soon be devoid of meaning.
He called last Sunday.
I picked up.
I shouldn’t have.
Did her lips taste as sweet?
Do our love bites match?
This would be easier if you didn’t make me quite so fucking happy. At least for some of the better halves of it. Lying in bed filthy till the late morning, holding hands, looking at the ceiling and drifting in and out of sleep. Too much money spent on eating and drinking on your dirty bedspread, looking at pictures in your stupid foreign magazines not understanding a word of it. Too much time wasted on you being my what could have been.
The truth is I did see this cancerous relationship coming to an end, like the terminally ill waiting for death. I have problems with stretching out bad situations thin. We both do it seems. The dreadful waiting, and waiting and waiting. I think at least I knew torture when I saw it. At least I knew when to quit.
For the benefit of my readers, there will officially be no further mentions of we on this blog, with the exception of forlorn reminisces of a hollowed past. Shit, I hate that you know I’m really going to miss this. Sorry I couldn’t be your fire starter, puppy.
Filed under: The Unexplainable Things that Seem to Only Occur to Me | Tags: a poetic retelling of my unfortunate seduction
So here’s a piece of advice: let go when you’re hurting too much, give up when love isn’t enough, and move on when things are not like before. For surely there is someone out there who will love you even more.
It would be most unbecoming of me if I didn’t blog about it.
This time however, it’s going to be completely symbolic.
I don’t have anything more to say.
This will be my quiet riot.
To everyone else: I can also be found on omgitsjosie.tumblr.com
Filed under: Life, Weekend | Tags: weekends without makeup, breakfast, where do we go from here?, monsters vs aliens in 3D, 21 in 13
These days are passing too quickly, I turn 21 in 13 days.
Relived a little childhood nostalgia watching Monsters Vs Aliens in 3D - anachrome glasses resting on the tips of our noses. It wasn’t as thrilling, I guess everything seems a little more exciting as a kid. Another weekend without make up, having breakfast in his bed. We grocery shopped for meats and cheese, I scrambled eggs and we feasted like epicurean kings and queens.
Paul’s party at Home in the evening, I miss my jet-setting posse.
Sunday in bed alone, just self-sympathy to keep me company, the familiar scent of tobacco wafting in the air, drifting through my lonely sheets.
I’m still not sure want I want from this, no one wants to have their heart left empty.
I guess people always leave.
Just breathe, Josie.
Filed under: Life, The Unexplainable Things that Seem to Only Occur to Me | Tags: garden state, holding hands and feeding ducks, sid and nancy
Anything less than mad passionate extraordinary love is a waste of time. There are so many mediocre things in this world. Love shouldn’t be one of them.
Everything gets to die, regardless of whether if it ever really got to live. So right now’s probably one of those perfect moments where you can’t help but just smile and be happy for a change, so why do I feel so scared of it? Maybe it’s just a feeling but I really fucking like this kid.
Sitting in the dark, listening to Iron & Wine, typing this and smoking. Yeah I’ve said some things about quitting but in the mean time I am still prowling for another suitably hedonistic vice to consume my life. I’ve also said some things about being a nicer person. And I should be, the universe, although far from showering me with rainbows and kitties, has been relatively kind to me lately. What you have to understand from all of this is, no matter how hard you try, no matter how hard you care, some people are just assholes, end of story.
