Life Isn't Like The Books

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Okay. So I promised myself chocolate if I posted this. Here goes.

Submitted: August 11, 2012

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Submitted: August 11, 2012




Here's the thing… life isn't like the books. I know that amazing stuff does happen and when it does you just have to go, "what the hell" and shrug and then maybe do a funky rain dance.

But in the books, these things would happen

  • you'd fall for me
  • OR I'd realize when you didn't that you were evil anyway and I'd find some new friends and go on my merry way


But maybe Marvin knows best when it comes to reality.

Because you're not evil, and I'll never know whether you really like me or not (though my heart and soul knows the unfortunate truth) because I'm not brave enough to ask you out.


This problem isn't going to go away, and it keeps me up at night and gives me terrible pains in all the diodes down my left side just thinking about it.


I'm sitting here reading my books, and there's this: growing up together and falling in love, dates that you'll always remember, promises that they'll love you forever.


Here's the thing: I don't want that.

We didn't grow up together, and I have a date phobia, and I don't like to think about forever because I'm only fifteen.


I don't want those things.


I want: the cramped bus pressing us together and neither of us minds.

I want: you against me. Me against you.


Here's the thing: I stop typing. I look around. I'm freezing my ass off, and that "write 300 words" homework is taunting me with 256 words left to go, and those things I want? There are three words bouncing around my head right now: that'll never happen.


(I'm so sorry with all this talk about life, Marvin. I know, I know, I promised I wouldn't mention it. What can I say? I promised myself chocolate if I posted this, and heh. I love chocolate more than I love you.)


Also: to peeps who know me outside of Booksie, you might want to know WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON and why I am turning into the kind of girl who blackmails herself with chocolate (or you might not). Well. That is not going to happen. My mouth is staying closed.. oh crap! How will I eat chocolate with my mouth closed?! *jokes*


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