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Even though I hit my word count for the day a couple of hours ago (and rewarded myself with glorious Netflix afterwards), I think I’m going to start writing again.
Partially because I have a feeling w/ my friend Lyzi visiting, I’m going to need to write a little bit extra now so I don’t fall *too* behind.
And mostly because when you start writing, you really can’t stop.
The first step to healing is bearing witness that it happened.
A year ago today my heart was broken. It’s how it is. I think a part of me will always love him. Z was an amazing man to love. He’s still an amazing friend.
I feel like I’m waiting for him some days. Other days I wish we never existed together.
I’m going to listen to obsessive amounts of U2 love songs to commemorate this anniversary.
I still hate them.
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I have about a million tabs open and am trying to watch Law & Order on Netflix. (Chris Noth was HOT in the early 90s. (FML, this is what I’ve been reduced to.))
It’s almost 4 a.m.
And I have nothing but the shitty past weighing me down and the scary future on my mind.
Seriously – since when did this* get complicated?
*this being life.
Arrested Development: Then & Now.
Is this really happening? Oh, please tell us it’s really happening.
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I’m still in love with him. Goddammit. It’s just the little things. Little texts out of the blue saying he’s proud of me. Him texting me at 2 a.m. full of happiness because he was behind the camera for breaking news. Him emailing me a random YouTube video of pugs doing silly things. Our Skype sessions where we haven’t spoken in months, but fall into our normal conversations within minutes.
I find myself comparing men I just meet to him still. I slept with a man a while back, and the next morning as I woke up in his bed, I couldn’t but thinking of Z. It wasn’t “Oh god, the shame!” It was more like, “I wonder what Z is up to today…” And then I felt guilty.
At least I think it’s love. I’m not holding my breath any longer though. I know that the chances of him and I getting back together – of us being truly together – are slim to none.
I just wish I knew how he truly feels – or even felt – about me. But guys never, ever talk about feelings like that.
Secrets of the 99%
I am the 99%
So are you.
Our generation is drowning.
We were told education would save us; we were lied to.
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Yeah, I’m not going to lie: I’m *slightly* obsessed with this show.
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till we meet again,
keep love’s banner floating o’er you,
smite death’s threat’ning wave before you;
Fuck yeah Downton Abbey
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