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commotiocordis) wrote2007-10-22 01:37 am
commotiocordis) wrote2007-10-22 01:37 am
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LOL, it's like the evil friends meme, except it's mostly a few bits about people you don't know because I don't have enough LJ friends to make it difficult with you by yourselves.
I hate how I was really jealous when you talked about how much fun you had together.
I heard that you're dating one of our mutual friends. You're so effeminate that if you're not gay, does that make her a lesbian?
I don't know why you started talking to me. As far as we knew, we had virtually nothing in common when we friended each other (though it's actually quite a bit more than we expected, I think) and it really bugs me how you do drugs and then talk about it like you can't get in trouble, especially when I know that I'd get caught the first time. And yet sometimes, when it seems like nobody else is listening, you'll throw me a line, which means a lot.
I still can't decide if you know when you've hurt me or not. Some part of me wants it to always be an accident, because that would justify why I'm still trying to be nice to you.
Differing interests have pulled us apart, but IL how you -- a conservative evangelical Christian -- and me -- . . . not -- have managed to stay, if not close, then cool over all these years.
When I first heard your story, I had my biggest relapse in years--biggest not in just that night, but in that that was ages ago and I haven't stopped. I think I vaguely mentioned it once, but I haven't told because--even though I know we both know it's not your fault--I don't want to make you feel bad even a little.
I want to know what it's like to have your job, but I know that I'd never be satisfied because it's not the top. I also share some of your insecurities, though I don't really feel like we're close enough for me to clue you in.
I really wonder what happened to you. You got all band-obsessed and then dropped off of the world. I considered you a friend, yet you've never dropped me a line since. I didn't dig the new music-crazed you as much, but somedays I wonder what you're up to.
You were one of my first online friends. I wonder if you've realized that I lied to you back then (or more, omitted details). I'm always wondering if/paranoid that you will and then stop talking to me.
We called each other internet twins. Then without so much as a by-your-leave, you dropped me from your life. I was pissed.
First, I felt bad because after a while, I and someone I sort of met through you became closer than you and I were. I think it's because she and I talked about deep things while you and I mostly just goofed around. Now, though, we're not even doing that. I know it's mostly my not being online, plus your flist has expanded like whoa, but I miss you.
I forgot you were on my flist. I know you forgot I was on yours, because got all creepy over one of my friends (who was the only reason I friended you) after she tried to dump you. That was odd.
Ihate love can't decide how I feel about you most of the time. You're horrible for me and terrific for me all at the same time in a bazillion different ways, but above all, you make me happy, which is why we've stayed together as strong as we are for so long. I just know I'm going to miss you like crazy after this year. ILU.
Sometimes it takes me 30 minutes to write a simple comment back to you because I'm trying to make it perfect. I think I'm subconsciously terrified that I'm going to say something or not say something, etc, and piss you off, and it kills me. Because you're one of my best friends period at this point, and I couldn't bear to lose you.
You don't update your LJ enough! I'm probably going to end up at the same school you're at, so I'd like to hear how you're doing other than through your mother. We seem to get really close when we have classes together and then not say a word the other years, which I dislike. People have been mixing us up since elementary school, I'd like to keep us close enough that they will still do that. (Though, I suppose, it worked better before I started darkening my hair, LOL.)
Our biggest real connection centers around fandom. That doesn't make our friendship any less real. IL your writing and I'm still up for doing that screenplay NaNo with you if you want (though that'd be hard to work out--let's just say any writing, yeah?). We need to do something together, because I'm afraid you're going to forget me!
I hate how I was really jealous when you talked about how much fun you had together.
I heard that you're dating one of our mutual friends. You're so effeminate that if you're not gay, does that make her a lesbian?
I don't know why you started talking to me. As far as we knew, we had virtually nothing in common when we friended each other (though it's actually quite a bit more than we expected, I think) and it really bugs me how you do drugs and then talk about it like you can't get in trouble, especially when I know that I'd get caught the first time. And yet sometimes, when it seems like nobody else is listening, you'll throw me a line, which means a lot.
I still can't decide if you know when you've hurt me or not. Some part of me wants it to always be an accident, because that would justify why I'm still trying to be nice to you.
Differing interests have pulled us apart, but IL how you -- a conservative evangelical Christian -- and me -- . . . not -- have managed to stay, if not close, then cool over all these years.
When I first heard your story, I had my biggest relapse in years--biggest not in just that night, but in that that was ages ago and I haven't stopped. I think I vaguely mentioned it once, but I haven't told because--even though I know we both know it's not your fault--I don't want to make you feel bad even a little.
I want to know what it's like to have your job, but I know that I'd never be satisfied because it's not the top. I also share some of your insecurities, though I don't really feel like we're close enough for me to clue you in.
I really wonder what happened to you. You got all band-obsessed and then dropped off of the world. I considered you a friend, yet you've never dropped me a line since. I didn't dig the new music-crazed you as much, but somedays I wonder what you're up to.
You were one of my first online friends. I wonder if you've realized that I lied to you back then (or more, omitted details). I'm always wondering if/paranoid that you will and then stop talking to me.
We called each other internet twins. Then without so much as a by-your-leave, you dropped me from your life. I was pissed.
First, I felt bad because after a while, I and someone I sort of met through you became closer than you and I were. I think it's because she and I talked about deep things while you and I mostly just goofed around. Now, though, we're not even doing that. I know it's mostly my not being online, plus your flist has expanded like whoa, but I miss you.
I forgot you were on my flist. I know you forgot I was on yours, because got all creepy over one of my friends (who was the only reason I friended you) after she tried to dump you. That was odd.
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Sometimes it takes me 30 minutes to write a simple comment back to you because I'm trying to make it perfect. I think I'm subconsciously terrified that I'm going to say something or not say something, etc, and piss you off, and it kills me. Because you're one of my best friends period at this point, and I couldn't bear to lose you.
You don't update your LJ enough! I'm probably going to end up at the same school you're at, so I'd like to hear how you're doing other than through your mother. We seem to get really close when we have classes together and then not say a word the other years, which I dislike. People have been mixing us up since elementary school, I'd like to keep us close enough that they will still do that. (Though, I suppose, it worked better before I started darkening my hair, LOL.)
Our biggest real connection centers around fandom. That doesn't make our friendship any less real. IL your writing and I'm still up for doing that screenplay NaNo with you if you want (though that'd be hard to work out--let's just say any writing, yeah?). We need to do something together, because I'm afraid you're going to forget me!
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