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My days are full of moments I’ve always wanted to be a part of until now, because I can’t bear another great day if it’s just going to end with me lying here alone again.
This feeling is magnetic in a way. When you hear a certain name, or a certain combination of letters strewn across a screen, the rhythm at which a person speaks, the witty glare in a stranger’s eye just before they seize an opportunity to make you laugh, a hand on your wrist to comfort you from a bad joke told too soon, it’s that feeling of deja vu when the rain puts out your cigarette at dawn, it’s the journal you never wrote in but you still go back to stare at the pages because you remember what you wouldn’t dare write on page 6. You feel it every time you somehow look at the clock at 11:47 again, because you were once drawn to it, like a magnet to a single coordinate at the top of the world where you once stood, where you fell in love for the second time. However, when two magnets collide hard enough, they break. The pieces are still attracted, but they no longer know why, and they just don’t fit the same way anymore. As is love.
I think I’m being seduced. But I don’t want to make a move and find out that I’m completely mistaken and that I’ve actually been “gaybestfriendzoned” again.
If you can’t properly manage your affect on me, then maybe you shouldn’t be around to ruin me anymore.
Being attractive, as a male, makes certain aspects of life a little easier, but it doesn’t make your life any better. Women will always choose a guy with a more stable income, better friends, and a loving family over somebody better looking. This even applies to casual sex.
It doesn’t matter what you look like, if you can’t get your life in order, you’re nobody. I’m officially stating that I’m jealous of people who are overweight, or ugly on any level, because these are the people who can date a thin girl and be seen by the quality of their hearts, rather than by superficial means. These are the people who can also date an overweight girl, tell her she’s beautiful, and never be questioned. Never be doubted, and never told that they’re lying because she knows he can find somebody better. I believe that the pain of being told by your partner that you don’t think she’s beautiful simply because you are attractive must be a pain similar to when an overweight person is told that they aren’t good enough either. I mean, what’s the difference really? Either way, the other person doesn’t think you’re good enough?
So next time you want to tell somebody that they can get any girl they want, stop yourself, you may be perpetuating their mania.
And yes, I believe that I am attractive. That’s the goal, right?
That disgusting feeling where after 24 hours, your selfie still doesn’t have any notes.
Time, alone, doesn’t heal all wounds. It’s time well spent that does the job. I’m still waiting,and you’re not getting any younger.