I've always rejected being understood. To be understood is to prostitute oneself. I prefer to be taken seriously for what I'm not, remaining humanly unknown, with naturalness and all due respect.
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Thank you to everyone that replied. If I knew how to reply to replies I would answer individually :( x 0 notes
Anybody?

I won’t go into it much. I don’t feel the need to hide my words behind poetry.

I like him so much. He liked me so much. 

Now he’s ignoring me, and admits it.

I’m waiting here for him, whole heartedly, and it hurts. 

It’s only been three dates, and it feels like so much.

All the guys I’ve been with here in this year have done the same thing and I’m tired.

I need someone so much, not even a boyfriend, but a friend, and this place is simply not doing it for me. 

I want to cry so much. I feel so alone. 

I like him too much, and now he doesn’t want me anymore.

I’m expecting his call and hoping to change his mind. But it’s simply not fair.

What else can I do but wait for him? It’s what I always do anyways. 

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