February 2012
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If I like you, I like you.
I’m not saying I like you because
you’re hot
you’re sexy
you’re fine
you’ve got a nice body
you’re perfect
I like you because
you can be yourself around me
you make me smile
your personality
you do the weirdest things and I find it cute
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“Curvy women are real women. Skinny women are real women. Women who have had...”
– Hugo Schwyzer
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I spend an enormous amount of my time trying to make others happy that I tend to neglect my own wants and needs. When I look in the mirror, I see a faded, rotting girl. I don’t see much of a human being at all.
People trample me and toss me aside when they no longer need me. They take advantage of my kindness.
I just would like to meet someone who can truly see me and what I want to do for...
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There are days where I don’t appreciate the existence of other humans. From a distance, they’re nice to gaze at. But once their skin is touching your skin and their space within yours, it all seems too much.
I could sit in a puddle of laziness for hours, watching anime and smoking in the complete solitude of my personal sanctuary. Humans are vastly overrated at times. I don’t count though....
I could make someone really happy. I keep wishing that people would stop over-looking me and pushing me aside.
But why would I want to be someone’s second choice? Why would I want to someone to come back to me after something else doesn’t work out? I just want someone to automatically know that I’m who they want. You know? I don’t want them to have to think about it. Just know.
So, I’ll wait...
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