two boys (but mostly one)
Posted Mar 2, 2011 by anonymous | 77 views | 0 comments
I love the depression that comes with boys loving me and then my complete fear of loving them back. I hate that it always happens to me, but the depression makes me feel wise. Also, that such wise and beautiful boys have loved me makes me feel wise. When I hear about them in other romantic relationships, I become crushed, but not completely, because I convince myself that they will only ever truly love me. The bad thing about that is that it is probably true. These two boys, I know they are completely in love with me, and I will never move on because I know it. They can at least try to move on, but I am too afraid that if I do too, that last string will be severed. I have to just do it though. I love them, but I still can't be with them, so I have to just involve myself with someone else. That is what Thursday and Friday are entirely about. I am going to visit a third boy. The third boy is a lot more fun and a lot less in love with me (in a good way, the fun kind of way), and he doesn't live in this city anymore, so there are no strings attached, all are already severed. Fuck love, it screws with you.
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