February 2011
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there is nothing i hate more than being ignored.
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there came a point at which i was just done.
i was done.
for so long it’d always seemed worth it. even if i couldn’t explain what exactly was worth anything, i felt it. down in my soul, in the depths of my very being, i had to have him, be his. sure, after some fights i’d yell that i was finished with it; nod in agreement with everyone that told me i was better off.
then…i’d go back. i’d follow my heart. or perhaps it’s better to say that...
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i can feel someone standing behind me as i’m hovering over my phone, contemplating physics.
“who loves batman enough to get a tattoo of him?” a man asks.
“me, obviously.” i reply without looking up, continue playing angry birds.