winterslastbreath

hopeless romantic girls never end up with the guy who never gets the girl. it's like an unwritten rule or something. or maybe becuz it's never happened to me damnit. hah.

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jibber

ya i agree. the worst is guys who change halfway through the relationship. i know that they say hindsight is 20/20, but seriously, sometimes its just impossible to see it coming.

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Thrice

i think its an unwritten rule. Just like how when your single no girls like you, but as soon as you get a girl... they flock to you... guys know what im talking about...ny friend said girls want what they cant have and thats why they do it! I dont get it.

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winterslastbreath

gah. change can be good sometimes but not in a relationship halfway through and the guy either turns psycho weird or pure ass.

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jibber

ya you have a point. another thing: lately with the guys i've been dating, no matter how crazy i am about them in the beginning, i always lose interest within like 3 weeks or so, i keep telling myself "ok, this will be different, i'll be able to stay in this for more than a month" then a month later, "meh...."

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What you've done becomes the judge of what you're going to do -- especially in other people's minds. When you're traveling, you are what you are right there and then. People don't have your past to hold against you. No yesterdays on the road.
William Least Heat Moon, Blue Highways

Your toughest competitor lives in your head. Some days his name is fear, or pain, or gravity. Stomp his ass.

HOOKED ON THE WHITE POWDER

winterslastbreath

oh no i definately know what you mean. it's happened almost everytime i started going out with sometime, and i'm just like.. do the guys like to do it on purpose or something?! just to make things complicated.

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winterslastbreath

maybe you're just not a person to be attached yet to someone for a long period of time. or or.. maybe you like a variety haha

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Thrice

ha ha its the worse...i usually like the girls that flock too!!

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Lew Harrison, who looked like an anarchist with his red eyes and fierce black beard, had been writing furiously in one corner of the room. "That's good—happiness by the kilowatt," he said. "Buy your happiness the way you buy light."

jibber

pure ass would be a very good description plus ****y and self centered, oh and guys (and girls too i guess), heres a tip, never spend an hour on the phone with your gf/bf insulting her/his best friend, no matter how much you may hate them, it just isn't something you do.

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What you've done becomes the judge of what you're going to do -- especially in other people's minds. When you're traveling, you are what you are right there and then. People don't have your past to hold against you. No yesterdays on the road.
William Least Heat Moon, Blue Highways

Your toughest competitor lives in your head. Some days his name is fear, or pain, or gravity. Stomp his ass.

HOOKED ON THE WHITE POWDER

Thrice

ha ha i'll remember that.

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Lew Harrison, who looked like an anarchist with his red eyes and fierce black beard, had been writing furiously in one corner of the room. "That's good—happiness by the kilowatt," he said. "Buy your happiness the way you buy light."