i am officially cashing in my social skills for emotional stability, and swearing off going out and looking for new friends game. I now know i'll never find a good person to be intimate with up here, since all the women are either underaged, married(or soon to be), with child, or have already pumped out a couple of podlings. Maybe i'll start up again when the sun comes up in the spring, but for the next couple of months, i'm out. If this reflects in a woefully emo out look, or a total lack of positivity, i'm willing to buy that part of the deal too. if this reflects in an inability to correspond, i apologize now. these things take work.
now i ask you a question. then you ask me a question.
is there a "one who got away" in your past?
now i ask you a question. then you ask me a question.
is there a "one who got away" in your past?
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The one that got away:
Margaret Fielding, 1998, 22 years old, from Peebles in the Scottish Borders, short hair, alabaster skin, pierced nipple, still in love with her ex-boyfriend (a photographer, naturally), she used to drink all day until she couldn't remember what she'd done, and she taught me to do the same, she had a way of roaching her roll-ups from the metro tickets in the back pocket of her jeans that would just slay me, I told her I was falling in love with her, she laughed, we were 'sexually incompatible' (her gentle euphemism), I pursued her rather shamelessly when it was clear she was no longer interested, she took to wearing plunging necklines that almost made me weep, eventually I couldn't bear to be in the same room with her anymore...
...last I heard she had got back together with her boyfriend and was living on the isle of Skye.
Your question: what's the closest you have ever come to suicide?
unfortunately, right now that usually translates into an attraction to arrogance. this is what must change for my little life.
hypothetically, i think it is all about better. what do you think?