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<rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" version="2.0"><channel><atom:link rel="hub" href="http://tumblr.superfeedr.com/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"/><description>21 yrs. Female. Open mind. Closed Heart.</description><title>my name is janice</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @yesthisblogisaboutyou)</generator><link>http://yesthisblogisaboutyou.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>I don&amp;#8217;t know anymore.
I feel numb. My heart has been through hell but i still love him. I went...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I don&amp;#8217;t know anymore.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I feel numb. My heart has been through hell but i still love him. I went over this in my head, i knew the kind of pain i would suffer if i went through with it and i prepared myself for taking him out of my life. but i cant, i cant forget him or yank him out of my life. it feels unnatural to even be away from him.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I terminated our pregnancy. or should i say my pregnancy. he doesn&amp;#8217;t understand that the baby&amp;#8217;s life was real to me the moment i knew i was pregnant. he&amp;#8217;ll never understand that, and its ok.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;B went with me to the appointment, and he waited in the outside waiting room, and i was fine. i felt safe and he kept me calm even though he didnt know&amp;#8230;  but in the waiting room inside, with other girls going through something similar, was too much for me. there were about 7 of us, all naked except a thin robe covering us. the doctors will call next, from outside we could here a low vacuum sound then 10 minutes later they would call next again. the girls were joking about their situation and then i couldnt take it, i began to cry. They all assumed it was my first time, and i didnt correct them. some of them who were there before assured me that &amp;#8220;it&amp;#8217;ll be ok&amp;#8221; and the others who were new to this just looked at me with pity. i called B several times from inside hoping for him to say &amp;#8220;no! dont do it&amp;#8221; but he never even gave a hint of regret. i asked him if he was ok and he said &amp;#8220;yeah&amp;#8221;. i replied &amp;#8220;ok ttyl&amp;#8221; and even though i heard him ask &amp;#8220;how about you?&amp;#8221; i pretended that i didnt hear, and hung up. I couldnt let anyone know how much i wanted this baby. how much i already loved it because the father was the only man that ive ever been in love with.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;but enough of that. im done feeling sorry for myself. he&amp;#8217;s living his life. he&amp;#8217;s happy, or at least he seems like it. i cant move on, i wont even try anymore. it is what it is and it has taken over my heart. im not fighting it anymore. i love you brian. im still going to look for you, im always going to care about what youre up to, and i&amp;#8217;ll miss you like crazy whenever it&amp;#8217;s been too long away from you but i need to remember that youre not everything. i love myself too. and i need to start living. i need to make myself better for me. if you happen to cross my path then i would be the happiest woman alive. but for now i&amp;#8217;ll let fate decide. &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://yesthisblogisaboutyou.tumblr.com/post/28555607741</link><guid>http://yesthisblogisaboutyou.tumblr.com/post/28555607741</guid><pubDate>Thu, 02 Aug 2012 10:00:57 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>This is probably the worst thing that could ever happen to me. 
Ok I&amp;#8217;m being dramatic.
But...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;This is probably the worst thing that could ever happen to me. &lt;br/&gt;
Ok I&amp;#8217;m being dramatic.&lt;br/&gt;
But this shit still sucks.&lt;br/&gt;
To love and not have love returned.&lt;br/&gt;
To feel a feeling so strong and have nowhere for it to go,&lt;br/&gt;
So it stays trapped inside, spoiling everything. &lt;br/&gt;
I feel emotionally exhausted. &lt;br/&gt;
I love him. Fuck. I didn&amp;#8217;t want this to happen.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;What is love anyway? &lt;br/&gt;
Is it supposed to feel this intense?&lt;br/&gt;
I feel this knot in my stomach whenever he&amp;#8217;s not around, and it fades away whenever he&amp;#8217;s around. He lifts me. My mood changes whenever I hear his voice or see his face or hear his name. I feel like I was born to make him happy. As gay as that sounds. And I know, I mean he has, made me the happiest I&amp;#8217;ve ever been in a long time. I look at him and I only see him. He is enough for me. I don&amp;#8217;t feel like I would have to settle for him&amp;#8230; If anything I know he would feel like he is just settling if he were with me. I know he wouldn&amp;#8217;t be sure, and I don&amp;#8217;t want that for him. I just want him to be happy and beyond satisfied with his life. I cannot give that to him. The only thing I can give him is freedom to not be tied down to me, and be able to live his life so that he may be able to find happiness. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I love him.&lt;br/&gt;
But his love is hurting me.&lt;br/&gt;
Getting rid of this part of him is going to destroy me.&lt;br/&gt;
I think about it every day, I feel it every day.&lt;br/&gt;
The day is getting closer to when I have to do it.&lt;br/&gt;
He has literally become a part of me.&lt;br/&gt;
A piece of him is literally inside of me.&lt;br/&gt;
And I&amp;#8217;m already attached.&lt;br/&gt;
To both of them.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://yesthisblogisaboutyou.tumblr.com/post/27412161109</link><guid>http://yesthisblogisaboutyou.tumblr.com/post/27412161109</guid><pubDate>Tue, 17 Jul 2012 12:04:40 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>i love him. 
i told him.
yet, i don&amp;#8217;t feel any better.
i feel rejected and alone.
i&amp;#8217;ve...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;i love him. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;i told him.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;yet, i don&amp;#8217;t feel any better.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;i feel rejected and alone.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;i&amp;#8217;ve been distancing myself from my friends because i know i&amp;#8217;ll be tempted to tell them about my current situation and i don&amp;#8217;t want any judgement on my choice. and he&amp;#8217;s my only other friend and i miss him and crave to be around him so much so i&amp;#8217;m distancing from him as well. not that he cares. also, i want nothing more but for him to be happy, and i know my feelings for him make him uncomfortable. i don&amp;#8217;t want to bother him. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;i feel lost.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;i need to find myself.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;i thought i finally found myself in the love that i feel for him. i&amp;#8217;ve never felt anything more pure and strong. but it was not enough.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;it&amp;#8217;s weird. it&amp;#8217;s like all of my life, my heart was missing pieces and i did not know where to find them. now that i&amp;#8217;ve found all of the pieces, i cannot have them. they belong to him. &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://yesthisblogisaboutyou.tumblr.com/post/27344675357</link><guid>http://yesthisblogisaboutyou.tumblr.com/post/27344675357</guid><pubDate>Mon, 16 Jul 2012 14:31:58 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>It&amp;#8217;s been exactly three months since our first kiss.
It&amp;#8217;s been 5 months of talking...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;It&amp;#8217;s been exactly three months since our first kiss.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It&amp;#8217;s been 5 months of talking almost every day with you.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;And somewhere in between all of that I caught feelings.&lt;/p&gt;

I&amp;#8217;m pregnant.
Anyway, I don&amp;#8217;t even know if I should tell you this. I probably shouldn&amp;#8217;t keep talking to you. It&amp;#8217;s going to hurt because before anything, you are my friend. One of my closest friends at that. I tell you everything. But my feelings are only getting stronger and then this happened and it&amp;#8217;s all too much. Especially if you&amp;#8217;re never going to have feelings for me. What if you decide to get a girlfriend one day. What if you fall for someone the same way I fell for you and I have to be there witnessing the whole thing. Do I love you enough to handle that? Everything hurts right now, physically and emotionally. And I&amp;#8217;m alone. Physically and emotionally lol. Fuck. I would give anything to be in your arms right now.
&lt;p&gt;I don&amp;#8217;t even know if I should tell anyone about this. You&amp;#8217;re usually my go to person when I need to vent. Would it be so horrible if I showed you this post? I&amp;#8217;ve been writing on here about you for some months now. I&amp;#8217;ve used it to vent. And sometimes I feel like a creep because this whole blog is about you. But it&amp;#8217;s the only way I could be your friend without wanting to tell you how hard I fell. If I show you this, and we never speak at least I know.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Some people are meant to come into your life to make a difference but not necessarily to stay.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://yesthisblogisaboutyou.tumblr.com/post/26696257924</link><guid>http://yesthisblogisaboutyou.tumblr.com/post/26696257924</guid><pubDate>Sun, 08 Jul 2012 11:37:24 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>my heart aches when he&amp;#8217;s around.
my heart hurts when he&amp;#8217;s not around.
i don&amp;#8217;t know...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;my heart aches when he&amp;#8217;s around.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;my heart hurts when he&amp;#8217;s not around.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;i don&amp;#8217;t know what love is.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;i&amp;#8217;ve never felt it,&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;what i feel now is pain.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;his friendship is like barbed wire around my heart&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;every time i see him, my heart grows bigger&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;and the wire hugs tighter&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;hurting me.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;crushing me.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;piercing holes into my chest.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;i cant tell him how i feel&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;i cant tell him that every time i look at him my whole world makes sense&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;i cant tell him that a kiss is nothing compared to his embrace.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;i cant tell him that he makes me feel like the most cliche line in a poem.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;i cant tell him what i know.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;i dont know what love is&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;but i feel like i know when he&amp;#8217;s around.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;i feel like not knowing was such an easier time. &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://yesthisblogisaboutyou.tumblr.com/post/26256247561</link><guid>http://yesthisblogisaboutyou.tumblr.com/post/26256247561</guid><pubDate>Sun, 01 Jul 2012 00:32:09 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>i saw him today.
went to give him a birthday card and his gift (a lesson for archery)
he&amp;#8217;s...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;i saw him today.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;went to give him a birthday card and his gift (a lesson for archery)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;he&amp;#8217;s amazing, my heart was racing the whole time. god. i like him so much. i havent seen him since last month, i missed him more than he knows.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;today was awesome. :)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;going to sleep content even if i only saw him for 10 minutes. :)&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://yesthisblogisaboutyou.tumblr.com/post/25410677138</link><guid>http://yesthisblogisaboutyou.tumblr.com/post/25410677138</guid><pubDate>Mon, 18 Jun 2012 23:15:17 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>my jokes are truths</title><description>&lt;p&gt;i say &amp;#8220;oh yes b take me lol&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;i really mean &amp;#8220;take me.&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;i say &amp;#8220;you know i love you :p&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;i mean &amp;#8220;you know&amp;#8230; i love you.&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;i say &amp;#8220;it&amp;#8217;s not rape if i let you ;)&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;i mean &amp;#8220;rape me&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;i say &amp;#8220;awww lol :)&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;i mean &amp;#8220;you give me butterflies&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://yesthisblogisaboutyou.tumblr.com/post/25358229996</link><guid>http://yesthisblogisaboutyou.tumblr.com/post/25358229996</guid><pubDate>Mon, 18 Jun 2012 07:46:20 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>breaking night to talk to him.
tired as fuck but i dont want to sleep.
i love texting him.
i love...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;breaking night to talk to him.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;tired as fuck but i dont want to sleep.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;i love texting him.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;i love talking to him.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;i love laughing ewith him.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;he&amp;#8217;s so funny.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;he&amp;#8217;s so worth losing sleep for.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;happy birthday b.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;i heart you.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://yesthisblogisaboutyou.tumblr.com/post/25357117338</link><guid>http://yesthisblogisaboutyou.tumblr.com/post/25357117338</guid><pubDate>Mon, 18 Jun 2012 07:02:20 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>i think i love him</title><description>&lt;p&gt;this just hurts too much, i dont even feel like going into detail.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;it&amp;#8217;s hard to think about&amp;#8230;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://yesthisblogisaboutyou.tumblr.com/post/24871579608</link><guid>http://yesthisblogisaboutyou.tumblr.com/post/24871579608</guid><pubDate>Mon, 11 Jun 2012 02:29:33 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>brian: Oh okay.i couldn&amp;#8217;t respond before I saw the message but had to rush out, went out with...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;brian:&lt;/strong&gt; Oh okay.i couldn&amp;#8217;t respond before I saw the message but had to rush out, went out with my dad. But yeah, dude I knew you felt something like that towards me. It&amp;#8217;s why I agreed to stop doing what we were doing. I&amp;#8217;m flattered to know this, and that you finally got it off your chest. If you don&amp;#8217;t want me to be sad then don&amp;#8217;t worry I won&amp;#8217;t be &lt;span class="emote_text"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img class="emote_img" src="http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/images/blank.gif" title=":)"/&gt; I&amp;#8217;m glad to have you as a friend I really am, and you and I both know better than to ruin what we have. &lt;span class="emote_text"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img class="emote_img" src="http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/images/blank.gif" title=":P"/&gt; I can&amp;#8217;t believe it took you so long to open up lol. Ah I can&amp;#8217;t stay on long x.x hope you&amp;#8217;re on&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;me:i was hoping i would never have to tell you, but don&amp;#8217;t worry it&amp;#8217;s just a crush right? lol it&amp;#8217;ll go away soon enough. anyway, i&amp;#8217;ll ttyl punk&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;brian: I&amp;#8217;m still here &lt;span class="emote_text"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img class="emote_img" height="1" src="http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/images/blank.gif" title=":P" width="1"/&gt;. And idk. I can&amp;#8217;t answer that question, you need to know the difference. (:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;!-- more --&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It caught me off guard, but I teared up as I read the first message. i feel empty, and sad, and i cant help but love/like/crush on him, whatever the hell this is. i cant help but feel it more. like it grows every day, even when my heart feels like it&amp;#8217;s wrapped around in barbed wire, he makes it grow bigger with emotions, making it hurt more.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://yesthisblogisaboutyou.tumblr.com/post/24522425728</link><guid>http://yesthisblogisaboutyou.tumblr.com/post/24522425728</guid><pubDate>Wed, 06 Jun 2012 00:43:13 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>i told him..</title><description>&lt;p&gt;about 12 hours ago.. u kinda dumped it on him right before he fell asleep. it&amp;#8217;s the next day and i havent heard from him.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;if i never hear from him again, at least i know where my place is. and if thats the case, then i wouldnt even be upset, because if he can be that shitty as a friend then i was a fool to fall for him in the first place.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;i really hope he hasnt had time to respond to me. :/&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;i dont know what he&amp;#8217;s going to say, or what i want him to say, but i hope he finds the time soon.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://yesthisblogisaboutyou.tumblr.com/post/24499923974</link><guid>http://yesthisblogisaboutyou.tumblr.com/post/24499923974</guid><pubDate>Tue, 05 Jun 2012 19:02:29 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>And I wish we never did itAnd I wish we never loved itAnd I wish...</title><description>&lt;iframe width="400" height="299" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ArdBI_F1LKo?wmode=transparent&amp;autohide=1&amp;egm=0&amp;hd=1&amp;iv_load_policy=3&amp;modestbranding=1&amp;rel=0&amp;showinfo=0&amp;showsearch=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I wish we never did it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I wish we never loved it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I wish I never fell so deep in love with you&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://yesthisblogisaboutyou.tumblr.com/post/24488719411</link><guid>http://yesthisblogisaboutyou.tumblr.com/post/24488719411</guid><pubDate>Tue, 05 Jun 2012 16:23:37 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>the beginning lyrics hit me so hard.
I remember years agoSomeone...</title><description>&lt;iframe class="tumblr_audio_player tumblr_audio_player_24478157587" src="http://yesthisblogisaboutyou.tumblr.com/post/24478157587/audio_player_iframe/yesthisblogisaboutyou/tumblr_m55mjauiHb1rtp5u2?audio_file=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.tumblr.com%2Faudio_file%2Fyesthisblogisaboutyou%2F24478157587%2Ftumblr_m55mjauiHb1rtp5u2" frameborder="0" allowtransparency="true" scrolling="no" width="500" height="85"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the beginning lyrics hit me so hard.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I remember years ago&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;Someone told me I should take&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;Caution when it comes to love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;I did, I did&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you were strong and I was not&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;My illusion, my mistake&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was careless, I forgot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;I did&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;And now when all is done&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;There is nothing to say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;You have gone and so effortlessly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;You have won&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;You can go ahead tell them&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tell them all I know now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shout it from the roof tops&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;Write it on the sky line&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;All we had is gone now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tell them I was happy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;And my heart is broken&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;All my scars are open&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tell them what I hoped would be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;Impossible, impossible&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;Impossible, impossible&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://yesthisblogisaboutyou.tumblr.com/post/24478157587</link><guid>http://yesthisblogisaboutyou.tumblr.com/post/24478157587</guid><pubDate>Tue, 05 Jun 2012 13:13:00 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>my heart breaks every time i swallow the fact that we&amp;#8217;re just friends</title><description>&lt;p&gt;my heart breaks every time i swallow the fact that we&amp;#8217;re just friends&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://yesthisblogisaboutyou.tumblr.com/post/24461524580</link><guid>http://yesthisblogisaboutyou.tumblr.com/post/24461524580</guid><pubDate>Tue, 05 Jun 2012 04:20:27 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>i almost told him. but then i didn't.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m54sgyvzuZ1rnorsy.png"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I like you, probably more than you can imagine. You&amp;#8217;re always on my mind. morning, night, sober, drunk. i cant even think sometimes. writing this is making my heart beat so fast. And i thought &amp;#8220;fine whatever it&amp;#8217;s just a crush&amp;#8221; but really? 4 months and these feelings keep getting stronger. for the past 2 months, it&amp;#8217;s become a struggle for me to deal with this. i thought after we had sex there wouldnt be much tension but i shouldve known better, being that intimate with you made it harder for me to stop. i&amp;#8217;m not in love with you, i dont want a relationship with you, i just have all of these emotions for you and it&amp;#8217;s hard to keep them bottled up when they just keep growing. I care about you more than i&amp;#8217;ve ever cared about any other guy in such a long time. i want nothing more than to see you happy, even if i&amp;#8217;m not the cause of it.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I&amp;#8217;ll just leave this here. This is my last post. I&amp;#8217;ll give him the url when I&amp;#8217;m ready.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://yesthisblogisaboutyou.tumblr.com/post/24458395006</link><guid>http://yesthisblogisaboutyou.tumblr.com/post/24458395006</guid><pubDate>Tue, 05 Jun 2012 02:25:21 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>I found his new tumblr url by mistake btw. I guess I was following one of his followers and i...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I found his new tumblr url by mistake btw. I guess I was following one of his followers and i clicked on a picture on her page that she reblogged from him and there it was, his face on my computer screen. i almost freaked out lol so i unfollowed all of my followers except 2 in case the same thing happened to him. i would never want him to come across this until i&amp;#8217;m ready to tell him. i&amp;#8217;m thinking of sending him an anon, idk. he wouldnt even know its me, he has a lot of anon messages all over his page anyway.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://yesthisblogisaboutyou.tumblr.com/post/24287828766</link><guid>http://yesthisblogisaboutyou.tumblr.com/post/24287828766</guid><pubDate>Sat, 02 Jun 2012 18:08:11 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>really, i try to convince myself that it&amp;#8217;s infatuation, maybe something else that would make...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;really, i try to convince myself that it&amp;#8217;s infatuation, maybe something else that would make me think that these feelings are valid. but i can&amp;#8217;t. i try to think maybe it&amp;#8217;s just the sex. maybe i just like him physically, but it&amp;#8217;s not that either.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I want to spend a day with him in public, not holding hands, not kissing or touching or flirting. Just a day with him, hanging out as friends, because I think that if i can do that without aching to tell him how much he drives me crazy, then i can just deal with these feelings.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;anyway that&amp;#8217;s not going to happen&amp;#8230; i don&amp;#8217;t even want to write anymore. i&amp;#8217;m tired of this. these feelings are messing with my head&amp;#8230; my heart breaks every day and he doesn&amp;#8217;t even know. I&amp;#8217;ll tell him in by the end of June, if nothing changes. I have a month to get my shit together and try to move on from a love that never was.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://yesthisblogisaboutyou.tumblr.com/post/24287523923</link><guid>http://yesthisblogisaboutyou.tumblr.com/post/24287523923</guid><pubDate>Sat, 02 Jun 2012 18:02:56 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>icantstopthinkingaboutyouwhatthefuckits4:56amandimstillthinkingandthinkingandthinkingandthinkingahhhf...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;icantstopthinkingaboutyouwhatthefuckits4:56amandimstillthinkingandthinkingandthinkingandthinkingahhhfuck&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://yesthisblogisaboutyou.tumblr.com/post/24186747923</link><guid>http://yesthisblogisaboutyou.tumblr.com/post/24186747923</guid><pubDate>Fri, 01 Jun 2012 04:57:33 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>is it love?</title><description>&lt;p&gt;it&amp;#8217;s hard for me to accept that it is not.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;yes it&amp;#8217;s troubling to believe that it is.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;he has a hold of me. and not just in a sexual way. I ache for him. my body craves him. my mind wants him. and my heart is already his. I could talk to him for hours. And when I&amp;#8217;m not, that&amp;#8217;s all i want to do. I want to spend countless hours hearing him say stupid shit. I think of him even in company of others. I don&amp;#8217;t know what to do.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Time is my best friend. Time is the only thing that can help me now.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My heart has failed me. After I begged and pleaded for it not to catch feelings. Fuck.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://yesthisblogisaboutyou.tumblr.com/post/24183133342</link><guid>http://yesthisblogisaboutyou.tumblr.com/post/24183133342</guid><pubDate>Fri, 01 Jun 2012 02:31:19 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>I am wanting to write less and less on this blog.&#13;
Not for lack of feelings for B - I wish.&#13;
But...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I am wanting to write less and less on this blog.&lt;/p&gt;&#13;
&lt;p&gt;Not for lack of feelings for B - I wish.&lt;/p&gt;&#13;
&lt;p&gt;But because idk, I guess I&amp;#8217;m coming to terms with this. Whatever this is.&lt;/p&gt;&#13;
&lt;p&gt; He&amp;#8217;s my friend who I love, yes I love him. I love that he&amp;#8217;s there for me when I need him. I love that he never sugar coats anything, I love that he can always make me smile, I love that he is such a passionate person, even though he&amp;#8217;s genuinley lazy &amp;gt;.&amp;lt; I love that his hair is always messy, I love that he always wears a tight shirt when I go visit him :P lol I love him, his persona, his attitude, his point of views, his laughter, his seriousness, his sarcasm, his everything.&lt;/p&gt;&#13;
&lt;p&gt;But no, I am not in love with him.   &lt;/p&gt;&#13;
&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#8217;ve never been in love, so I can&amp;#8217;t compare it, but this is not love. I refuse to believe that love is a one way street. My words are all jumbled up and I&amp;#8217;m not making sense.&lt;/p&gt;&#13;
&lt;p&gt;Point is that I can live with my feelings for him. I&amp;#8217;m done dwelling on what should or could be.&lt;/p&gt;&#13;
&lt;p&gt;I guess I&amp;#8217;m getting used to this feeling. As couples get used to each other, I&amp;#8217;m getting used to him, or lack of him, or better said, lack of who I want him to be. Having these feelings have become a part of me, and a part of who I am when I&amp;#8217;m with him. The feelings are not strange, nor do I want them to go away. They&amp;#8217;re just there.&lt;/p&gt;&#13;
&lt;p&gt;I don&amp;#8217;t know how else to explain it. He&amp;#8217;s my friend, I&amp;#8217;m his friend, I like him, the end. Nothing is going to happen between us, but I&amp;#8217;ll always be there for him.&lt;/p&gt;&#13;
&lt;p&gt;Um&amp;#8230; yolo?&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://yesthisblogisaboutyou.tumblr.com/post/24046231302</link><guid>http://yesthisblogisaboutyou.tumblr.com/post/24046231302</guid><pubDate>Wed, 30 May 2012 00:22:00 -0400</pubDate></item></channel></rss>
