I just got shot down by a guy I’ve had a crush on since February. I am pretty
sure at this point that I am too weird to date.
before i left for a summer abroad, i had a decent guy who really liked me, but i
was afraid to just be with him. while i was away, i thought i had all of these
opportunities come up that i couldn’t refuse (re: grad school), but found out
that they were not quite what i thought they were. now i am home and everything
is different. i’m not afraid to be with him; he’s afraid to be with me. i cannot
decide what i want to do about applying to grad school and i feel like i have a
lot of pressure on me to make decisions immediately. i just can’t.
I’m really not looking forward to going into work. I have to look at your damn
face again. I don’t want to. It will take all my strength and willpower not
to kick you in the balls next time I see you. Cheating lying scumbag.
Summer is almost over and school will start soon so I hope that after this I
will never see your face ever again for the rest of my life. I hate you.
My atheist phase just broke like water, for no particular reason. Probably I’m
having a good brain chemical day.
confession n. A written or oral statement acknowledging guilt, made by one who has been accused or charged with an offense.
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It is the confession, not the priest, that gives us absolution.
— Oscar Wilde
It's kind of like being in someone's head while they're praying or thinking about things they'd never say outloud.
— Yaflapkik
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