I sip my coffee, half awake, before work

I imagine a day

Instead of playing on my phone

Or flipping the pages of whatever novel

You'll be across the table

And we'll sip our coffee together

Listening to Jaymes Young sing One Last Time makes me miss him so damned much.

Have you applied for the marines as you wanted to yet? If so, how did it go? Regardless, I hope you get closer to where you want to be in life.

I'm an accidental tease. I've been told that I put out these very suggestive signals, but I'm not prepared to follow through with what my behavior promises. It's not intentional, and it's not that I don't want to. It's just that I have crippling anxiety, and serious trust/intimacy issues. Believe me, it's not that I don't like you, it's just that I'm terrified.

For the next few days after I saw you last I was smelling your cologne at random times. Every time it would happen I would instinctively look for you, but, of course, you weren't there. I miss you.

Sometimes, someone holds me in a casual platonic way and this strange longing hits me. Reminds me that im a human afterall.


Your so blonde

 It's so cute/hot

 More please!

I just noticed the other night that we have some of the same kind of funny/odd mannerisms. I think it's really cute.

I really wish you had not searched for my blog while I was asleep - or that you had found it. There are a lot of raunchy personal details about myself on there that I am not comfortable sharing with you yet.

I don't know how much you read or what assumptions about me you could've drawn, and this hurts my feelings. It is a breach of my privacy. I hadn't shared that blog with anyone - not even my closest friends, not even my best friends.

I hadn't told you not to look for my blog, but when I said I was going to respect the fact that you used one platform and I preferred to use another, I had thought it was implied that we would respect one another's spaces on our separate pages. Instead you searched my page up and left me two messages - "I think I found your blog. I like the writing style."

How much about me did you see? :(

How much did you read?

What do you think you know? :(

I thanked you for your compliment about my writing, then asked you not to look at my blog because it made me uncomfortable, and you told me you blacklisted it along with a few other sites - but who am I to know whether or not you're lying? :(

Make no mistake. I currently see you as a friend, someone who could be a crush if you instigate it that way, but you're not, so ~meh~. But it still hurts me that you did this. Some of those things were not meant for your eyes to see...


- Kate Kane, Batwoman

I feel like I owe it to you to sit down and lay out all my weird neurotic shit about relationships for you before you invest too much time and effort in me. I kinda feel like a fraud... It's not that I don't want the relationship, it's just that I have a lot of baggage. I'm sorry.