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Hello Opussians. I'm new on Opuss, please follow me I'll follow back..
These feelings are very strange indeed. I love you, yes, but it's all so different to the first time, why is it so awkward now.
Ladies. Not all men are 'players'. Not all of us are compulsive liars, cheaters, after the same thing and most definitely, not all of us lie when we say 'I love you!'.
So I haven't had much in the way if writing inspiration recently. My mojo has been a bit dry and non compliant. But truly anything that stokes the fires of inner creativity should be good.
This is my first post, a trial. First of all, I made this account because no one at my school know about Opuss (what I know so far).
Can't best friends be lovers. Why must there be a friendzone. I think it's a natural thing if a guy loves his best friend.
It Fills and flows and floods your mind with anger angst and hate, When deep inside i know its just love that's come too late.
I walked through the central pathway looking left and right at the shop names, I saw it, "Pulse", this was it. Before walking in I saw her, stood, back to me, in the doorway.
It's been a while since you've even looked my way. I remember a time when you couldn't look away.
My best friend fell in love with the new you: Flirty, Cheeky, Selfish. I fell in love with the old you: Kind, Selfless, Funny..
~23rd May~ I was in a church type thing, with my mum and Anne sitting in front of me, and Charlie next to me.
I hate how whenever the sun comes out in the UK everyone seems to magically lose their clothes.
I really like this boy. But I accidentally friend zoned him. I didn't know how to act around him, I was always so nervous. I still am. It's been almost 3 years and I still like him. Life sucks..
Sometimes, I write "What is love" as a caption and people reply with "baby don't hurt me" No. Just, no..
The tension in the room is building. My fingers start to tremble. I can't stand to see you here. No, not like this. Not today. Not with her. I can't look at you..
I find it strange that whenever girls my age talk about love, it's immediately about boyfriends. Why is the only 'love' people seem to know romantic.
I m sorry for the laughter. I m sorry for the tears. I m sorry for never talking. I m sorry for never listening. I m sorry for the time I spent with you. I m sorry for the time apart.
With fleet of foot and heavy heart, she left today. That same day an old friend came to stay awhile, I don't know why I let him in. His silent voice is like shards of glass inside my head.
If you're following me on Instagram, you'll notice that in my pictures I don't really smile... That's because I don't have the strength to smile. I don't feel like I deserve to smile sometimes..
Sometimes I like to walk/wander around and listen to Radiohead and maybe think about things between us that will never happen...
I need you to know that I know how scared you are of being pulled away by others. You're afraid of being left alone... I need you to know that you are too important for me to leave.
I'll trace the outlines of your bones until they match mine..
I'm working on writing something happy to compensate for my dreary shit...FYI :3.
I love the smell of old book pages..