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Struck by lightning -movie trailer
“Do us all a favour and point that gun in your mouth.”
Congratulations on both thinking you’re saying something clever, and, basically saying “If you don’t agree with my point of view, kill yourself.”
I’m not going to stoop to name calling or being offensive as much as I really, really want to. I know I’m not around much, but I do actually pay attention at times. That said, I really, really loathe some of the people here. I mean, there are people who I wish were sitting at home eating cheetos and getting fat instead of plaguing my world. There are people who I would very, very willingly strange.
My brother’s boyfriend is someone I, do this day, pretend doesn’t exist because he betrayed my trust.
You know what I’ve never told someone? Even the slimiest, skeeziest person I’ve ever met? To do us all a favor and kill themselves.
Then don't say anything. It's okay. I'm just letting you know. No expectations, remember?
Answered Privately: the issue with me is that i’m not exactly normal. i want to be normal, because it would make shit easier but i don’t know how to be. and i don’t mean normal like straight, fuck that, i mean normal like… i want to be that person who settles into a relationship, falls in love, and moves on with everything like a good little boy. get married, have babies, get a job and be happy. it would be awesome. i think you understand that, right? that i’m just not normal.
i am horrible, in that regards. i’m not the best person to like or want or want to have. because, and this is a very large… because, because i do have, in some respect, feelings for you. i don’t know what they are, because i’ve done by best to consider you a friend, and just a friend. i thought that you thought of me like a friend as well, y’know? i have done everything i can to not want to kiss you, and not want to be around you, and not, in general miss you.
but that doesn’t make it any simpler, because yet again i don’t know how I feel.
Confession #9: Last but not least--you're not mine and I respect that. But sometimes, I really wish you were.
I don’t know what to say to this one, Hunter.
Confession #8: I want you to be happy, even if you don't think you deserve it. You don't, but I don't give a fuck.
Oh.
Confession #7: I know we're not supposed to have expectations, but I'm still afraid of disappointing you sometimes.
It’s mutual I guess.
Confession #6: ...Even if the bruises worry me. Which is sort of hypocritical, if you think about it.
Now I’m even more confused. I have bruises from sex and gymnastics.
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While Kurt and his bedazzler would beg to differ, I am the smart one. He's the pretty one.
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