oh, joy

Posted Thursday, July 1, 2010 // 0 comments (+)

#104.

I've just realised how blogging like this makes me seem like a dramatic little attention seeking bitch. But then again. I don't vent here so people can read it. I vent here because it's the internet, and although everyone may have the option of reading what's here, I write it only so that it's out there. Out there somewhere where maybe another person I've never met before in my life can end up reading it, and thinking about me, even if they don't know me.

Oh wait, that doesn't counteract the dramatic little bitch thing at all, my bad.

Well here; if you were here with me right now, I would have some questions to ask you, mister MIA. --

Dude, wtf, where the hell have you been?!
Did you miss me, where ever you were?
Do you ever miss me?
Do you think about me as often as I think about you? (almost all the time.)
Do you feel stupid for ever loving someone like me?
What am I to you?
Do you think our relationship is based on the 'L' word? (just to be clear, not love.)
If you had the choice to change something about yourself to be with me, would you do it?
Did you ever even love me?
Do you look forward to talking to me, every day?
Do you ever get the urge to call or text me?
Do you doodle my name with yours in weird places? (cause I do..)
Have you thought up a code name for me, using one of my traits? (cause I did..)
ARE YOU FINDING ALL THESE QUESTIONS WEIRD AT ALL?
I wish that I could talk to you every second of the day, whether it be in person, through phone, or in text, I think about you so much, that no matter where I am, I'll have lingering regrets about our situation, I miss you daily, hourly, every millisecond without you only makes me miss you more. What about you?

Fuck, I'm becoming a victim of cliches. Shoot me.