I don't understand how people are able to say "I love you baby, I miss you!! I can't stop thinking about you! My baby is so bloody adorable" and so on, on blogs. (Ok funny thing, right after that, the next post, which's like 24 hours after that lovey post, she broke up with her girlfriend)
I feel very weird; awkward when I express too much love, unless it is of substance.
My point "good friend"
Evidence "Rmb the time you helped me up last year"
And why I'm grateful "No body's been there for me. But you were"
But Love is love, there's not much substance.. or is there?
Everytime I say "I love you" it has to mean something. Even if its saying good night to a friend online.
I mean it.
I don't see how someone can use those three words excessively on every single person they meet.
It will slowly lose it meaning, dont you think?
It's like........
I LOVE YOU.. 2 seconds laterrr.. I love you to another, 2 second later I love you to another and it goes on. You love everyone, fullstop, that's it. No one feels very special at the end of the day.
It's not a matter of rating your friends. Best friend, close friend, clique, you're not in my clique go away.
It's a matter on the meaning behind it.
But I guess.. perhaps, these people really do love their girlfriends and constantly have to say it 24/7. Maybe I'm too much of a robot to understand the excessive needyness of it all.
I can't stand it, I've to admit.
It irks me. I can't stand lesbians (thankgod,mostofmyfriendsareveryindependentpeople) who are so freaking lesbian.
They're so lezzie.
Lezzie being erm, Girls= clingy. 2girls = clingy to the max.
So that's lezzie.
Clingy to the max.
But then again, maybe I am clingy.
I need support from Twat at times, though I can't exactly think of an exact situation now.
I prefer being independent and I guess, the others (lezzies) prefer being more dependent in a way.
I like how people are able to move on quick. It shows a lot about their character especially if they've just got out of a 2 yr r/s.
They're robots.
I want to be a robot, but usually, when heartbroken, I become the worst person on earth.
Grumpy, emotionally unstable, you get the drift.
I don't know why I named this post Moving on.
I'm not moving on.
Oh wait maybe I am, because I've been shedding skin on my left hand.
I dunno why, but my skin has been peeling.
Maybe its a sign of a new start!
Or something!
I'm going really off topic.
This post is very jumbled.
Its like.. like like.. an explosion of some sort.
I like the tapping and clicking that the keyboard makes when I type really fast. And I just ramble ramble ramble ramble ramble. The "Space" key makes a very crispy sound, something likeeeee the breaking of a biscuit. And the other keys makeee a sound.. like the breaking of a hard brownie.
It's weird don't you think.
I'm going to delete this, ha. ha. ha.
To have someone who is not that needy,but still is. That's true love to me.
Brains vs brawnz. Brain winz.
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