Lately you’ve been acting really cold/distant towards me and I don’t know why. What the fuck. I don’t like it.

I miss you.

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“Are you okay?”

Three words that I always ask end up asking, but nobody ever asks me. Ever.

Maybe I’m too hard to read.

Maybe it’s because I’ve become so good at hiding my emotions that even when I’m upset to the breaking point, it can go completely undetected.

Or maybe it’s just that nobody gives a shit.

Maybe there’s no point in asking. Truth is, I’m not okay. 

THIS IS FOR SPAMALOT

You’re frustratingly adorable. Or adorably frustrating. Idk. Either way, you’re frustrating. And adorable. Stop it.

I wish I could tell you.

You never really realize how real dreams/nightmares can feel

Until you wake up one day nearly in tears because it felt so real, so terrifyingly real, that you have to close your eyes and repeatedly tell yourself that it was just a dream. 

Just a dream.
Just a dream.
Just a dream.
Just a dream. It’s not real. You’re fine. Everything is fine.

[9/22/2011 1:48:14 PM] xxxxx: you always make me smile

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