Meanwhile, every corner of this city is laced with memories of us together.
Daria SnadowskyDid things get a lot hotter between you two? A little stove-top stuffing in the kitchen?"-Amy
Daria SnadowskyI just wouldn’t want to hook up with a guy unless I really, really like him, and in my
experience all boys can be classified as either assholes or bores, unless they’re both.
Maybe it’s a blessing, because the last thing I need is relationship drama to sidetrack me from my grades.
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Please don’t hate you??!! I hate that I love you. Loving you made me waste a year of my life. Loving
you made me be passionate about nothing but you. Loving you made me take risks I never would have
otherwise. Loving you made me give it up to you. Loving you made me neglect my parents and Amy.
Loving you made me not care that my grandma just died. Loving you made me turn out bitter and
hopeless like her. Loving you made me hate myself for being dumped by you. Loving you made me
deluded, irrational, inconsiderate, and a liar. And because I love you, you’re always going to haunt me.
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Undressing him reminds me of trying to change a sleepy, uncooperative four-year-old into his pajamas."-Dom
Daria SnadowskyDid things get a lot hooter between you tow? A little stove-top stuffing in the kitchen?" -Amy
Daria SnadowskyWhy do people even take photographs, anyway? They're just reminders of what once was and what you'll never get back. It's so masochistic."-Dom
Daria SnadowskyYou are all at once the subject, object, predicate, preposition, and period of my thoughts.
Daria SnadowskyWhy did I have to love him so much if we’re not going to end up together?
Daria SnadowskyTags: love young-love
Please don’t hate you??!! I hate that I love you. Loving you made me waste a year of my life. Loving you made me be passionate about nothing but you. Loving you made me take risks I never would have otherwise. Loving you made me give it up to you. Loving you made me neglect my parents and Amy. Loving you made me not care that my grandma just died. Loving you made me turn out bitter and hopeless like her. Loving you made me hate myself for being dumped by you. Loving you made me deluded, irrational, inconsiderate, and a liar. And because I love you, you’re always going to haunt me.
I’ll never be able to have another birthday without wondering how you’re celebrating yours. I’ll never be able to think another guy is more handsome, talented, intelligent, or worth loving than you, despite all your faults (and there are many). I’ll never be able to check my e-mail without praying I’ll find a message from you with the subject line I love you, Dom—please come back to me. Meanwhile, every corner of this city is laced with memories of us together, and I’ll never be able to leave the house without hoping and dreading that I’ll run into you. You stole Fort Myers from me, and I lived here first, you fucking thief. You actually may be one of my last thoughts when I die.
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