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You are a stupid person. Instead of embracing my honesty and vulnerability as more meaningful than your feeble attempts to be “friends”, you make comments making me feel like I am forever complicating things. As if my feelings have to correlate … Continue reading
My mind roams a surrendered battlefield . 5 days a week I deliberate over having you in my life // keeping you a phone call away // caring for you as a ‘friend’. As soon as I stamp my heel … Continue reading
“You think there’s nobody here for you?” “No.” “How are you so sure.” “I am.” “Aren’t you closing yourself off to experiences, things, reaching your full potential on your own.” “I’m sure. But there is something about him, and maybe … Continue reading
You are in a different world than us; it is neither right nor wrong, good nor bad. It is your reality, perplexed, unconventional, seminal, from our own. Even if we’re not in it, we walk side by side – I … Continue reading
“They’re all crazy.” “Who?” “What’s her name.. I don’t mean to laugh but who has a printed picture of them with someone else’s boyfriend on their nightstand. What are boundaries these days. What’s a normal relation (as you like to … Continue reading
“I am older and wiser.” She said, flipping her hair as if the statement required any more theatrics. “Ah please do tell. You didn’t slip and fall into his bed for a change?” I rolled my eyes, knowing her sprout … Continue reading
You call it stalking, I call it coincidence! What’s in a name; your lies keep surfacing in technicolour for me to read them. Miss Mess xoxo