Nate Bunnyfield (natebunnyfield) wrote,
Nate Bunnyfield
natebunnyfield

What am I gonna do... What am I gonna do...

I sound like a Russian. Except in English.

Abi took me off her friend's list this wouldn't bother me, except it really does.


I guess when you don't talk to someone for several years, they start to think you don't think about them.

I should im while I still can.. argh. Stupid regrets.

And fuck, they are SO many people I wanna catch up with.


But I don't feel like I've really done anything since I've seen them, so I don't have the push to get back in touch or anytihng.


I am nowhere in my eyes. But I'll try to look at another way...

It's 6am. I've been watching long-form anxiety-filled porn for hours. I have a lot to do and not a lot of time to do it. And instead, I'm watching porn.


I'm stressed. I miss Abi. I mean I never really knew her, but I miss her. Knowing she was gonna look at something really pushed me to do it farther. I really respect her and her stuff. She's funny as hell. And I guess I'd like to be friends with her.

But maybe she's off the whole internet thing, like I am some days.


I dunno. I started her an email, I think I'll just send her a link to this instead. Wierd how things change, but feelings stay the same.

I've gotta learn to let go without being such a wreck about it.


I'm just suprised that I'm hurt at all. Maybe I shouldn't be. But fuck. She's so cool.

She's the one in the Grover mask: http://www.owlnet.rice.edu/~vicko/atcatkulturapparatus


I just wish she'd thought I was too.

This entry is like some big long sigh between drags on a filtered cigarette.


I really miss hearing from her. Cause I do.
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