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Why ask someone if they love you if you don't love them back yourself?
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| 12.4.05 YOU HEAR THAT DISNEY?! WE'RE PISSED OFF AND WE'RE NOT GONNA TAKE IT ANYMORE!! WE ARE FORMING A DI$NEY-BASHING LYNCH MOB LIKE NO OTHER, BABY!! WE'RE NOT AFRAID OF YOU OR YOUR STUPID FREAK OF NATURE THAT IS GOOFY!! IS HE A DOG OR NOT, DAMMIT?! AND IF DONALD DUCK NEVER WEARS PANTS, WHY THE NEED FOR HIM TO WRAP A TOWEL AROUND HIMSELF WHEN HE GETS OUT OF THE SHOWER?! WHAT'S HE HIDING, DI$NEY?! HUH??! WHAT ARE YOU HIDING, DI$NEY?! YOUR COMPANY IS GONNA BE BOOTLEGGED TILL THE COWS COME HOME OR JUMP OVER THE MOON OR GET THAWED OUT OR WHATEVER!! YOU BETTER PAY ATTENTION TO US CUZ ALL, UM, 4(?) OF US ARE GOING TO CONVERT AS MANY AS 3 PEOPLE A PIECE TO OUR CAUSE. THEN WHAT DI$NEY?! HUH?! IT'LL SPREAD LIKE A FLESH-EATING VIRUS AND YOU'LL HAVE NOWHERE TO GO BUT DOWN! THAT'S RIGHT, DI$NEY! SAY GOODBYE TO YOUR PRECIOUS MONEY! FOR TOO LONG YOU HAVE FORCED US AT GUNPOINT TO PAY RIDICULOUS PRICES FOR YOUR PRODUCTS! FOR TOO LONG YOU HAVE STRUCK FEAR IN US WITH YOUR THREATS OF TAKING AWAY OUR PRECIOUS DVDS AND SENDING US OFF TO BED WITHOUT OUR DINNER, AS YOU LOCKED UP OUR LOVELIES AND THREW AWAY THE KEY FOR 10 YEARS, MAYBE MORE, MAYBE EVER!! FOR TOO LONG YOU HAVE KILLED OUR DOGS AND SLEPT WITH OUR SPOUSES AND FELT UP OUR MAILMEN!! FOR TOO LONG, DI$NEY! FOR TOO FRIGGIN' LONG!! WE HATE YOU!! WE NEVER WANT TO SPEAK TO YOU AGAIN!! WE WILL NOT WRITE YOU LETTERS AND WE WILL NOT EVEN THINK ABOUT YOU!! REMEMBER THIS!! WE'RE TAKING OUR SOULS BACK!! WE'RE NOT AFRAID OF YOU! WE'RE NOT EVEN AFRAID TO TYPE IN ALL CAPS!!! k |
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| 24.04.05 I would marry this girl. I love her with every inch of myself. But she's become distant. And cold. And rude. And insensitive. If she wants me to get over her, I guess I have no choice but to. If she really cares so little for me and this isn't just an emotional wall, I have no interest in loving someone who is so hurtful and apathetic towards me. I have no interest in even being friends with someone who is so openly uninterested or not concerned with being friends. If I am expendable, I have to move on. If I don't mean enough to her, I can't just be around her and keep pretending everything's okay. It doesn't help either one of us. And if the way she's acting is all just a front, I hope she realizes what it has cost us. Because I'm getting over her. I'm moving on. Not that she cares. She has made it clear that this is going nowhere, in her mind. So I've decided to explore my other options. If anything, maybe it'll help me get over her. Why ask someone if they love you if you don't love them back yourself? |
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| 27.04.05 This is the final straw. I can't surround myself with people who have no faith in me, as a human being or someone of creative substance. Maybe I could tolerate one or the other. But when you tell someone somebody once accused you of something, someone who has known you for so many years, and they automatically assume it to be true, eventhough they've never met this other person and know nothing about them, well, it's pretty nauseating to think you wouldn't even be given the benefit of the doubt. Anybody that truly knows me knows what I'm capable of and what I'm not. If I was capable of what I was accused, everyone would know. There would be repeat occurrences. Love is the most important emotion in my mind, and is absolutely necessary for me to be involved with sex. Anyone who fucking knows me should know that I would never do anything that so negatively contradicts my feelings about this. Anyone who fucking knows me should know my feelings on women and my feelings on the human condition. I have never been capable of being a monster. Anyone that can see me as one, for one moment, does not know me, therefore cannot possibly love me. I deserve better than this, and I am finally shutting her out. | |||||||
| 06.05.05 I guess we're not in love anymore. I guess I'll never kiss her again. I guess I'll never hold her again. I guess I'll never make love to her again. I guess we're utterly hopeless. It leaves a void in me the size of forever. I know I'll fall in love again. But I don't know if it'll ever be like this. I don't think I'll ever feel this comfortable again. It's a shame. I know that I'll always find some fault with anyone I have any amount of interest in. And I'll just want back what I apparently cannot have. It's depressing. I meant it when I said I'd marry her. I would. But now I have to commit to the concept that I don't love her anymore. A lie to make it true... | |||||||