I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in life. And I am horribly limited.
What are you afraid of?
You are so beautiful, so cute, so lucky to be alive.
Eighteen is too young to be so sad.
You don’t care about anyone as much as they will care about you.
Cheer up, my friend.
Take a breath.
You are so many things.
Would you care if I died?
If I never came home?
I could have left, too.
You look more like your mother every day.
I want you to fuck me. I want you to cum for me.
I’d really like to kiss you right now.
But this is all just misplaced energy.
I can’t smoke a cigarette with you.
Tell me if you stop loving me.
You are not allowed to love.
Stop thinking so much.
Stop caring so much about things that don’t matter.
Words are not a career.
Write the truth, but don’t write your truth.
How can one person be so destructive and so beautiful.
How come you don’t believe in Home?
I want everything inside of you.
I want you to give me your world.
No one will love you the way he loves you.
No one wants to watch you burn.
You selfish bitch.
The world will never remember you.
No matter how much you scream.
No matter how much you curse.
If getting over me is too hard you can always fuck the pain away.
You are the biggest liar that I have ever met.
Thank you for telling me the truth.
I bought your book just to burn it.
I know you were hurt.
Why don’t you cry?
It’s going to be okay.
This is all just misplaced
I am not happy. I am not unhappy. I am frozen somewhere in the middle that is so much worse. I am nowhere. Nothing is happening and I am getting more and more sad.
The most painful thing is losing yourself in the process of loving someone too much, and forgetting that you are special too.
Okay, guy, so why do you feel like you want/need/deserve to settle down with a “pure” woman? I’m genuinely listening. “Oh, it’s because sluts are gross.” Too vague. Do better. “Well, their vaginas are real stretched out and big.” No. “Ummmmm, they probably have a bunch of diseases?” Easy fix! Setting aside the fact that plenty of women contract STIs from monogamous partners or during “safe sex,” it sounds like your real problem here is with illness, not sex. So I assume you’d be fine dating a promiscuous woman who practiced safe sex and happened to be STI-free? “No, because I want a girl who’s traditional and family-oriented.” Having sex doesn’t mean you don’t want to have a family. It just means that you want to have sex. “Yeah, but a slut is more likely to cheat on me.” Really? Then why do couples in the Bible Belt have such a high divorce rate? “The devil, I guess?” NOPE. “I just can’t stand the thought of her getting fucked by all those other guys.” So you’re about to have sex with a woman you’re attracted to, you really want to have sex with her, but all you can think about is her getting pounded by tons and tons of dicks? That sounds like an entirely different issue. “No! I just mean that I struggle with the same powerlessness and insecurity that all human beings do, so as a coping mechanism I take advantage of our culture’s patriarchal power structure and exorcize my feelings of worthlessness by perpetuating shame-based proprietary attitudes over women’s bodies. Basically I’m obsessed with controlling women’s lives because I can’t control my own.” Oh, honey. I know.
when women are raped while drunk it’s their fault for drinking alcohol
but when men rape people while drunk they couldn’t help it because they drank alcohol