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I detest this Apple store. It’s in the “ritzy” part of Tucson and everyone has a stick up their ass.
There is a ritzy part of Tuscon?
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So, nick and I are no longer because of distance. We didn’t even get to meet. This experience has proved to me what I already knew about myself: I can’t invest my feelings in someone who can’t touch me. I need that physical connection for me to justify putting my entire self into someone.
No more internet relationships. Ever.
That being said, come vacation to AZ. I’ll make it worth your while. I am physically lonely. I want affection.
Have you tried having an open or semi-open relationship? Works for some, not so much for others.
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My girlfriend, Deadcherries, at the beginning stages of video game induced madness.
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This movie is making me SQUEEE a lot.
Guys, I think I’m turning into a nerdy fan.
Score one for the nerds!
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First Instagram. Tada! (Taken with instagram)
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Why is it so hard for you to be objective about my children? What have they done to you? Have you seen them destroy things, or screw up expensive things? The cats and the birds in our house destroy things on a more regular basis!
What right have you to be upset with me? Because I finally am done taking shit from you? Because after this many years I’m finally standing up for myself? You can’t fathom that I raised my voice for once and told you that trying to talk over me was rude.
I hadn’t even finished a sentence, and you interjected, getting louder because I didn’t stop to listen. Have I not always listened to you, and attempted compromise between what I want from my children amd what you’ll accept? Do I not always err on your side when things come into question? Yet you are angry with me still.
And the excuses. You always have them. Is there no sense of dignity in you? An excuse for everything. They get old. Just admit the truth, instead of finding alternate reasons to support whatever it is you decided to do. Anything else is dishonest.
I’m done with you talking down about my kids. Your childhood wasn’t that bad, Number One. Number Two, my kids are amazing. Of all the people that deal with the, you - YOU - stand ALONE in your feelings. Every snide remark you make affects me. And every dismissive gesture you perform affects them. Every time you voice disapproval,or complain to me - we all hear it. We see it. It hurts.
Figure out a way to say things nicely, or just keep it to yourself. All the negativity you put out - it throws the entire house off kilter. And your constant manipulation, it makes me wonder if you didn’t plan for all this to happen today: that you’d rather cause a fight and call someone than to just spend a nice time at the movies with someone you’re supposed to love.
But that’s the major problem. You care for me, but you don’t love me. That’s ok, you know. But because of that, I’m not going to waste my time or compromise my children for someone that’s not really in it. So from now on, I’m calling you out on your crap. Either you will change, or you will leave. I’ve done all I can at this point. Whichever way you choose, I will not have to tolerate the negative behaviors anymore.
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so, you went our of your way, to two different stores, to buy a card and foil stars, then sat on the couch next to me and put over a hundred foil stars on a greeting card, one by one, so that you can write a message of encouragement to a friend that is a former lover, and someone you care for more than you do me.
No, I’m ok with all of that. No sarcasm, I really am. What chafes me is that you never do things like that for me. Not only that, but you called me for a ride and played it off like you were just calling to be nice.
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Have you ever read something that killed you inside?
Like a text message or someone’s status. Everything was going fine until you accidentally came across something you didn’t want to read. Or found out something you were better off not knowing. It’s almost as if it was posted just to purposely hurt you. But you constantly read it over and over again to torture yourself. It sucks how one little thing can ruin your whole day.
(Source: cdeeezy, via tits-and-giggles)
