Years in the past, but not many…

randomegbert:

i don’t talk about my feelings that much. it’s hard, and no one seems to understand. but you really should tell her.

The truth is, almost no one gets to see you really feel things. Between Sburb and being a teen, it’s always been easier to not think about your problems.

there was a girl. i didn’t even know i liked her at first. she was bossy and controlling and really, really nice. by the time i was ready to tell her how i felt, she was g..gone.

You sniffle. God, why does baring your soul hurt so much?

even if she says no, at least you’ll know. if you don’t ask, you’ll regret it. i do.

You don’t know what to do beyond continue comforting him, so you continue to hug him loosely with one arm, letting him rest his head on your shoulder if he wants, but by no means forcing the action.

I’m truly sorry, John.  I know that life hasn’t been kind to any of us, but remember you’ll always have me when you need someone to listen.

You think lonk and hard before answering.

I want to ask her someday, but I also want to provide her the opportunity to make her own orientation known.  If she doesn’t like girls, well, it’s tantamount to knowing, without having to ask the potentially painful resolution of the question.

(Source : orphiste-blog)