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Sunday, 28 June 2009

  • i havent been on this for forever, but i got drunk today and now im back, this is the first year i havent been able to write. writing is my life, but something i read about me once almost killed me. i keep going back and im almost going to college but somehow i think the numbness wont change. i have met amazing guys and i have let them go. some people arent meant to be loved back. i wish someone would have told me that.

Saturday, 14 February 2009

  •  Aren't you tired of hearing the phrase and one day things changed? Well, I won't say that, but I'll tell you that things didn't change, I did. It was like my lifestyle had been taken from me because I no longer felt like belonged where I was. It was just another party with the same kind of people, the same typical drinks, and the same type of drunkenness and highs. I was more then sober this time, I was uncontrollably alert and I couldn't stop analyzing everybody. My friends kept asking me why I wasn't drunk and at first I had no way of answering that question, but then it's like an old, but faintly familiar voice in me answered before I could say I don't know. "I don't want to be like my dad." My friends were of course to drunk to comprehend, but my best friend Bree knew better and stared at me intently as if she thought I was going to break down at any given moment. I didn't break down though, but grabbed my jacket and purse, and left the party. When I got home, I went to my room and instinctively grapped my laptop and started typing the word Luka Dean in google search. His facebook page popped up and I sat there staring at his face for what felt like hours and I felt absolutely nothing. I closed the top of my laptop and climbed into bed, instantly falling asleep. When I woke up that morning I felt nothing and that's when I realized that love didn't exist for me anymore, only numbness and life. Life would always be here.

    I didn't ask to fall in love, none of us do. It just happens. When I look back at it all, I still remember being pissed not so much happy. You see, my friends all assumed that I had finally found the one when Luka came around, but they were so wrong and blinded by what we had pretended to be. He had been the sweetest and most sensitive guy before I had gotten to know him and realized that his poetry only came to him when he was too high to collaborate with reality. I never told him that I loved him and I guess I will always have my dignity in that section of a relationship, but my actions spoke of what I could never say. I loved him and he knew it. It was written all over my face.

Thursday, 11 December 2008

  • Letter 1

    Luka,
     I would like to say that I had a great time with you this past week, but I won't because I would be lying and I'm past lies. This is going to be the first and the last letter that I ever send to you and before you even consider throwing this away, it would be to your benefit to continue reading or at least I hope it'll be. When I first met you, I was in a bad position in my life, as I'm sure you knew because I told you I was. At the time you were the only guy that had actually shown me any emotion other then lust in such a long time. In your eyes I saw pain and a loneliness as deep as mine that I thought I could have helped you get rid of, so in that sense almost all that happened between us was my fault. Almost. In those daily 4 hour phone calls that we had while you were away snowboarding, I had thought that you had gotten to know me almost completely and that at the same time you would have wanted to respect me. I'm starting to realize that maybe I was the only one listening on the other end of the phone, maybe you still don't me at all. When I gave myself to you and asked you not to break me, you wiped away my tears and said things would be okay this time because you weren't Nick. You were right because he would have never done what you did. At least that is what I believe because he just got what he came for and what he really wanted. He didn't have to play games or even pretend that he loved me. It's funny how I actually thought that I had been hurt as deeply as I possibly could be, but then of course I met you. I never expected you to be perfect or even for you to love me, but when you said you did, you took on the responsbility that you weren't ready for.I should have known better then to trust a guy who smoked so much pot that even his deep felt feelings came off as numb. When I told you I was pregnant you went away running, but of course with enough time to call me a slut and to tell me that I was a pathological liar. If you're wondering why I bothered spending time with you this week if this is how I've been feeling, let me explain why. I've been pretending pretty well that I'm still in love with you and I pretended even better to enjoy myself when I slept with you, so you see now you know what it feels like to be lied to, to be used, and to be hated

Wednesday, 26 November 2008

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