wait. what?

Oh no you did not.

You did not just say those words to me. Those words that go straight to my brain to be oscillated and decoded and stripped of their non-meaning. You did not just place a seed of doubt and panic and possibility of joy in my mind, to be sucked down to my heart and used to plant that seed of destruction.

I draw the line at your saying something that obtuse. Actions and small affectations, I can forgive. That would be just me interpreting things wrongly. But you saying this?! It is completely unacceptable.

Because who could answer that? Who could answer that without being mollified and shocked and rocked out of her little bubble of non-feeling? “What does it take for you to like me?”

What. The. Effing. Fuck.

Please wait while I pick up my brain. It shattered all over the place.

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Note to self: Denice, please write down your shit when you’re having your periodic Illusions of Grandeur. Just so the rest of your moods can remember, and maybe learn something from it.

As far as the above rant is concerned, I understand that you are very much rattled and your imagination has already flown off distant islands. Still, come back to earth. He doesn’t like you that way. He’s just saying things.

I don’t love you/ I’m just passing the time/

You could love me if I knew how to lie/

But who could love me/ I am out of my mind/

Throwing the line out to sea/

To see if I can catch a dream

-She Had The World, Panic at the Disco

~ by denice on 28 October, 2009.