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if you write it, will they come?

I'm writing words, you are reading them. Hmm, the direction of this blog...I'm not so sure I have one nor a desire for one. I'm gonna ramble; I'm gonna advise; I'm gonna reflect; I'm gonna bullshit. I study psych; I travel by subway and yellows. I succumb to the small talk of the weather. I people watch. I laugh...EVERYDAY. Likes: smart people!! funny people!! sarcasm, music I can dance to, music I can sing with, music that makes me think, music that lights candles ;) playing in the park afterhours [the only way u won't look like a pedophile jkjk (well not really lol)] natural hair and skin care, natgeo, family guy, the colbert report, reading, history, psychology, shoes, vegan food, people watching =) I party now and again, maybe sip on something ;-) Dislikes: celery sans bleu cheese (ranch will suffice), deadlines, smokers, when my metrocard expires =(, arrogance, ppl playing music in public w/o headphones ugh, capitalism. The lists ofcourse could be way longer. Tumbling along

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I hate it. I’m selfish and jealous and if I feel threatened which comes easy, I become a brat and push them away. In a way I’d rather I push them into the arms of some other friend than they just leave me on their own. Some weird self destructive control problem I guess. If I don’t feel hyper devotion, we probably aren’t that tight. Its not one way; I’ll be super dedicated and super exclusive to my friends as well. Then, I fade to black. This has got to stop, but for now I can’t cope. Replace me. It won’t be the first time.

edit* Oh and I hate how weak, vulnerable, invaluable, insecure and second string I can feel when I’m that close to someone. I feel like any old body can just step up in my spot. Detaching curbs that. It deprives me of awesome friend feelings but seems easier right now.

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