Wednesday, September 12, 2007

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So, anyway, the story after what had happened last Saturday is that I told L about how I felt and that I needed a break from him.

I don’t know anymore. I used to handle my infatuation a whole lot better but with the stress school has put on me, I’m just finding it hard to get a hold of my feelings. Every time we’re together and the infatuation comes up, I’m just reminded of how I can’t get what I want. Even after I resisted and denied and then repressed those feelings so much, they’re still there and there’s still nothing I can do about it. And sometimes I just get angry; it’s like God is waving this steak right in front of me and I’m a yapping dog jumping up and down, begging and barking.

I also start feeling like I’m on the wrong end of the deal, like I’m the one left holding the bag. Or however you say it, I don’t know how. I’m the one with the feelings that cannot be returned and that are stubbornly not going away. While he’s just going by and witnessing how I’m awkwardly messing up. It’s like he’s totally unaffected by all of this.

And my subconscious knows this. I dream about him a lot and it’s always me being tortured and in turmoil while he’s just watching me, indifferent if not immensely annoyed. The other night I dreamt that I was bawling and hitting the floor because someone stripped me and beaten me up while he was there on the door, drink in his hand, passively telling me to shut up already.

I don’t know. I don’t understand. I really should get over this person.

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>> M Domondon
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