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We’re three good friends. We feel comfortable toguether. They are sweet and like me for who I am. We were sitting on the bench and the conversation started to warm up. That tension… We were too shy to make the first move so we only had a few kisses. Thinking about this afternoon makes me […]
Continue reading We’re three good friends We feel comfortable toguether… Feeling violent. Feelig so full of energy. feeling powerfull and radiant. Feeling energy. Feeling like running. feeling like screaming. feeling bold. Feeling no respect. Feeling horny. Feeling like going out to run even thoug is a a quarter to eleven. Feeling like telling my mother and my neighbors to go fuck themselves. Feeling like drinking […]
Continue reading Feeling violent Feelig so full of energy feeling… He is in love with another boy. It seems to be going well. It vanished some time ago. Today I thought it would be really nice to kiss him. But probably I’m just needy. I’ve been thinking a lot about this one guy. But I’m too frightened.
Continue reading He is in love with another boy It… #120116 Today I had some spare time. I bought a pack of cigarettes. The sky was petrol blue. I sat on a bench in the square in front of my school. There is a statue of a soldier carrying a little boy, to honour the War heroes. I reminded of my uncles and their horrid […]
Continue reading #120116 Today I had some spare time I…
So I’ve read this many times, and it reminds me of me getting bullied in school, and reading the letters and trying to repeat what you just read to yourself… But you have no idea about what you’re reading, and truth is, all your focus is on what they say, but still you try your best to ignore them and show them you don’t care. I’ve read this many times too, because I love the way you write, I love how everything you put has some kind of complexity and beauty as simple as it is “I reminded of my uncles and their horrid war memories, blank and empty as if they were soaked up in lye.” So deep and beautiful in a raw way. You’re so damm idependant and wonderous and different, unique…. I honestly feel envy at times.
I’m sorry that you experienced being bullied. You are a fantastic person. You are sweet yet strong. I admire your ability to express your feelings. No one deserves that, especially people like you.
I feel really happy to know you appreciate the way I write 
Thank you very much. Maybe That’s something I should value and develop. But I’m afraid to share it. I’m afraid of exceed the limits and be too provocative. I’m afraid of beeing misuderstood. But most of all, I’m afraid of not being appreciated and understood.
I’ve been procrastinating my own happiness. And I ended up fucking everything up with a person who could probably offer me all that.
A part of myself doesn’t want to be happy. I’m more creative when I’m blank. Thoughts flow through my head, strange, morbid and beautiful. Specially because they are efemerous and no one will ever sense them.
Amazing. Completley relatable.
I’ve been thinking about him.
Continue reading I’ve been thinking about him My grandmother says I’m getting too thin. I should be worried. Instead I feel happier and happier.
Continue reading My grandmother says I’m getting too thin I… We shall meet in the place where there is no darkness…
Continue reading We shall meet in the place where there… I need to sleep
Continue reading I need to sleep My body feels strange. My name sounds strange. My reflection in the mirror looks strange. Every detail of existence seems unique, unusual. And strange. Everything so strange. My coleague’s bodies are strange. A man stepping on the moon is even stranger. The grapefruit in my fridge is madness Existence is so absurd It makes me […]
Continue reading My body feels strange My name sounds strange… It seems to me that he was making a proposal. I like him but I don’t want to have sex with him. That idea repulses me. Sometimes I wish I didn’t feel so paralysed. Sometimes I want to fuck a random guy just to prove I can do it. Just to know what it feels like…
Continue reading It seems to me that he was making… I cannot sleep forever.
Continue reading I cannot sleep forever I sometimes think I’m a bad person.
Continue reading I sometimes think I’m a bad person
*often
I know, all the time, that you are not. I know all the time, that if you were… You wouldn’t consider yourself one. And I know, all the time, that you are wonderous, and being a bad person doesn’t make you any less wonderful.
I am not. I can’t like anybody.,, I can’t express it.
Fuck him. Fuck myself and all the rest.
Continue reading Fuck him Fuck myself and all the rest If doing what I feel like turns me into a whore, I’m proud to be one.
Continue reading If doing what I feel like turns me… It would be really nice to have someone to kiss me on the cheek and watch the clouds go by toguether. And then fuck the brains out of me.
Continue reading It would be really nice to have someone…
Agreed.
I ate some bread today. My mother bought it in the morning. It tasted good. I usually eat frozen bread.
Continue reading I ate some bread today My mother bought… I’ll go to bed now, as if I had woken up from a nightmare. I’ll sleep peacefully, wishing not to wake up again.
Continue reading I’ll go to bed now as if I… This guy confuses me so much… He comes out of nowhere. He thinks he likes me but he doesn’t know me. We haven’t talked that much. I don’t know if I like him. I mean I do. He’s intelligent, singular and interesting. I cant understand why he likes me, more than in a friendly way […]
Continue reading This guy confuses me so much He comes…
I know this has nothing to do…. But what you just wrote sounds like the fragment of a really good book…. It sounds like an amazing and weird description of two interesting characters being attracted to eachother in a love story. I know this is really weird but I just love the way you write….
This is just wat I wanted. A big shake. But now I feel… I don’t know, to be honest. I don’t feel wanted, I don’t feel loved. I know some people love me. I do. I just wish I could feel it and love them back.
Continue reading This is just wat I wanted A big… I don’t know why I’m so afraid she’ll dump me.
Continue reading I don’t know why I’m so afraid she’ll…
quiteabitch 1:47 am on January 29, 2012 Permalink | Log in to Reply
Ive realized being a “Slut” is no longer a problem for me…. Not because they dont call me one, but because I just dont give a flying fuck and I don’t feel that “slut” is an insult. But anyways youre not a slut =) Youre awsome and I find it cool tthe way you experiment =)