Nate Bunnyfield (natebunnyfield) wrote,
Nate Bunnyfield
natebunnyfield

i wish i could follow my own advice

I'm sitting at in Dan's room. Typing my thoughts. The ones that have been in my head for last week or so.


I'm happy alone.


I'm really happy alone.

I want to be alone.


I don't want to deal with the anxiety that comes from being around people.

I need a break from everyone.


When is this going to happen?

I guess it won't.

But I'm gonna try to make it... cause staying awake until sunrise just isn't healthy or balanced or good for me.


I need a break. From you. I love you, but I need to focus on me. Before it is too late and I resent you for not letting me read and stuff.


Living my life more alone isn't all that different – it's just means I won't be there all the time.




God, I am so fucking tired that my eyes are dried up, dull balls of vibration. I want you to stop making me feel so bad all the time. It's not all in my head, okay?

I need me... back.

Christ, I'm bad geekemo.


I suck on my septum retiner. I wake up with it in my mouth some mornings.

I wish we could cuddle. But you always need your space.

You ask me to take down the livejournal. And I wish I had half the spine I my idols do.


Dispsable Teenage Idols of Hipocrasy
A better name, I don't know.


quiet and loud
funny and serious
i'm all these things, everyday

it kinda really freaks me out when i talk all my spiritual

like about how people's souls care for one another and handwriting is one the most beautifully pure things that can come out of a person.


My exgirlfriends rock. I wish sometimes that I had more, but that would mean even more memories. And I'm haunted with the ones I've had.


We're all going to die.
But we're lucky.

We're all so lucky.


I just don't ever know where to begin.

I want everyone to understand each other.

To know it'll be all right, even when it gets fucked up.

To hang in there through the hard parts, and let go if only so you can move on.

I see myself do and say all these horrible things. I don't know who I am.

I'm so sad all the time. I used to be happy. I keep wanting to change it all.

A part of me didn't want to get the bag back, just cause I liked the new me I'd created out of the experience.

Strife breeds strength.

Maybe that's why I hate Californians sometimes.


Type is my love & type is my Love.
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