I looked so close
it's been month's who knows
if I...
will get this right

Libra

Make a deal; trade your soul for certainty.
I've got the devil on my shoulder and an angel at my feet.
Don't need that look; don't need that bible fairytale of what I've done, who I've become.
Oh I'm well aware but I'm so far in it

So sad that I'm the hint of life in your deserving eye
When every minute you spend hoping for love and respect brings me closer to goodbye.
The time will come you find out who I really am,
And we'll pretend that we'll be friends
Oh, when I do lie, you'd only last a little while.

The evidence keeps on building, and I'm sinking in defense
Will a measurement of intentions come, a guilty conscience
So let the air tip the scales
Let's go; one honest judge decide
And you will find the facts weigh down to favor you in time

What to do, oh, what to do now
Do I say it out loud--
What to do, oh, what to do now
--that I'm bound to back out?
What to do, oh, what to do now
Told me you wouldn't stay... It's easy that way.

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I know you're probably going to see this sometime because you have been trying to find this blog ever since I told you I have one. I thought for a moment that you had succeeded. The parallels here are just too weird, and I can't explain that because it reveals too much that would ruin what I've kept hidden even on this blog. So anyway. Fuck it. I'm probably going to give you the link eventually. The trade-off is I probably won't talk about you here. And maybe I don't need to because I don't know whose eyes are prying.

I am a sinner with a crooked smile

And you took to the rhythm of a no good liar.

Did I ever feel this way before? Maybe it's the same every time. But maybe it's different every time! I'd like to think it's different. That's why it's so exciting, right?

Maybe I should quit hanging around those who don't make me feel good about myself... But for some reason I want it. I want it to offset those who put me on a pedestal. I feel that I need the balance. I'm so fucking numb to all of it though. The compliments mean nothing. The insults mean nothing. None of it makes me feel anything. I don't hang around either of these extremes too often anymore. I spend time in the neutral middle lately.

My family makes me feel bad about myself sometimes though. I mean, that's what family is for, isn't it? I still see Max from time to time. Not often anymore, but they are aware. And every time I do, they tell me not to "use him." I'm not using him anymore. I've always tried to make it mutually beneficial. I fill up his gas tank and buy him lunch/dinner/food. I mean, we do things together. I'm not just asking him to do things for me and then scram. Oh, and when we have a family get together, they still ask me "Where's [Max]?" despite everyone being in on the breakup now. Everyone knows we aren't together anymore. When I tell them that I don't know where he is, they always follow up with "I like him. He's a great guy." Fuck, man. They only like him because I never told them the real reason the relationship ended. I always only told them some sort of blanket like "We just didn't get along." If they knew the whole truth, they would quit making me out to be the bad guy. So I hope somewhere out there, he appreciates that I protected his fucking reputation to my family because they demean the fuck out of me about it.

Nana almost ruined everything. Max was picking me up so we could go to a small show together since it was his last day of vacation, I thought I'd be nice and offer to hang out because I know he'd just be over the moon about it. And we had been getting along lately, you know, like, he wasn't freaking the fuck out on me anymore. So, I was upstairs finishing getting ready, and he was downstairs eating food that Nana offered him because that's what she does. I should have never left them alone together. On the way to the show, Max misunderstood something Nana said. He thought she said that Jack was giving me rides to work. Nana is the ONLY person who has ever given me a ride to and from work. But it scares me that she mentioned Jack to Max... Max isn't supposed to know! Jack picked me up from Nana's house ONE TIME to take me to Murfreesboro for school. Of course, I stayed the night at Jack's house every night that week, but no one needs to know that except Jack and I (and Matt since he is a roommate). Nana doesn't know my relationship with Jack or Max's animosity towards him. So, it was a harmless statement in her mind since she thinks Jack and I are just friends. (Well, I mean, aren't we just friends? With benefits...). But I corrected Max when he brought up and said Nana is the only person who has ever given me rides. I'm sure he thinks I was lying, but I really wasn't.

And I guess it wouldn't be too bad if Max knew about Jack. It would just shatter him though. I think I've hurt him enough. My business is mine alone, and I'm trying to keep it that way. People I've been involved with don't need to know about who I am involved with after them.

Um, unrelated, but...
I crave the attention. THIS attention. Not the general attention you think I crave from all men. I know I say this every time I feel this way but... I haven't felt this way in a long time. I just want to be all over you. I want it. But I'm so scared of ruining it. I'm not in too deep yet, but I don't know what to do. I can't have everything in this case, but we all know how much I despise decisions. This one can't be tricked but mostly doesn't deserve to be. Ughhhh. You'd think the decision would be obvious and easy, but NOTHING IS EVER EASY.

Scissors

So why does it always seem that every time I turn around somebody falls in love with me? This has never been my sole intention.

Starting to wonder if I even want to talk about things anymore.

I'm too tired to actually post, but I need to make a few bullets here so I don't forget for next time:

-Sony
-Party
-Jack... Eric... [new codename] Sam
-Locomotion
-Max
-Moving away and why I stay
-why my life is easy but also why it is hard


Save your scissors for someone else's skin. My surface is so tough, I do not think the blade would dig in. Save your strength. Save your wasted time.

Burning Bridges

I wish I'd been a little more careful with the things I chose to give away.

A window of opportunity has opened for me to start over, but it's a big leap, and I'm not sure if I could take it. The good news is I have time to sleep on it... And we all know how much I love sleep.

I never want to discuss possible plans unless they are set in stone. I don't want to talk about it unless it actually happens. But I'll say this: it's an opportunity for me to do something I've always dreamt of doing: Packing up and getting the fuck out of Dodge. Moving away to another state where no one can follow me. But, ya know, it's not really something I'm looking too much into right now. A month from now: who knows?

Sorry if I sound like a broken record, but the same god damn questions illicit the same god damn answers. I hate repeating myself. I really do.

Here's a conversation I'm having with somebody who's not Jack:

Him: But like why does being like physical with me stress you out?

Me:I'm not really a fan of casual sex. And if it's not casual, it's commitment, and I can't do commitment right now.

Him:Well fuck then let's just make it casual for right now.

Me:I want a casual platonic friendship. That's all I ever wanted.

Him:I can do that. Throw sex in the equation and honestly....I'd be fine with that

Me:But I don't want sex. Why is that so hard to understand?

This is getting me heated. I met him because I thought he was a cool guy. He was totally cool at first (they all are, aren't they?). I fucked up. I tried to fix it, but no one knows how to take "no" as an answer god dammit. Or in this case "no more."

If the timing is off, it will never be right.

His little redeeming moment is that he apparently read my message wrong where I said I'm NOT a fan of casual sex. He thought I was a fan... Still though. I've told him repeatedly that I don't want a physical relationship. I try to keep the friendship, but this one probably won't work out. I don't think this one is mendable.

If someone "can't be just friends" with me, then fuck 'em.

I've finally told him how I feel for hopefully the last time. It's a weight off my chest, but I still feel like shit. He just got too attached. He got too clingy. I couldn't handle it.

There's a reason I don't share my playlists with the people who inspired them... because they speak truths harsher than I ever could. But I made him one and sent it to him anyway because he insisted I send him a playlist... it's just not the "lovey dovey" kind of songs he wanted. He told me he's not going to listen to it. Fair enough. It's for anyway. They all only serve the purpose of feeding my emotional state at the time. I've already deleted it though.

Let's call him Eric. He doesn't really need a code name here because I probably won't be talking about him anymore as we've just had a falling out. All because I didn't want to let him in my pants. It goes deeper than that, but I'm pissed off, so that's what it is on the surface.

Oh... and now he's CALLING me. This always happens. Everyone I touch turns to obsessed.

Here's mine and Eric's brief history: We met on OKCupid. Yes, I have neglected to mention that I made a profile, the reason I did it, and the experiences that have ensued. That's all for later post. After texting for about three weeks, we met in person. It was so much fun. He's the one I posted those vague videos of singing to me a couple months ago. You know, things were great for awhile. I developed a little crush on him and he on me. We flirted. And, yes, I did sleep with him. That's where I went wrong. It wasn't just once either. It was a handful of times. If you remember back on my blog me being frustrated with myself, that's why. I put an end to it. I've tried to talk to him about it a few times. I told him I didn't want a physical relationship anymore. I changed my mind. I lost those short-lived feelings for him. Tonight, shit hit the fan when I told him that bluntly once and for all.

I have a headache. I can't just have a decent fucking friendship with anyone. And this is why I much prefer the company of girls and dogs lately.