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whatshouldmiddcallme:

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I think my problem is that I stay in love with everyone and everything I’ve ever loved. So I’ve let go, you know, of the relationship, but not of the person, because I really don’t think you can actually love and then ever turn it off. 

so maybe that’s why I’m a bit hesitant to just go out and tell someone I love them. I’m not making a statement, I’m making a promise. in some sense, once I love you, I’m stuck.

so I’m sorry I loved you and didn’t tell you. 

it was easier. 

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i should probably buy some shoes

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whatshouldmiddcallme:

The Proctor lady:

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It’s been an interesting week. I’ve had, for the first time in a long while, no midterms for a week and only one next week, and I’m through but finals are really soon, but they always are, you know. I’m worried about everything but I still have enough time to tell myself I have more time than I actually do. 

I’ve realigned my priorities and my terms of trade and I just want victory. I want it so badly. I can smell mediocrity creeping up on me: I’ve gone to college, I’ve worried less, I’ve gained weight, I fell in love and out of it and I float somewhere in transition a lot of days. I’ll run at 10:30, 11 PM. I’ll ride out at 5:30 before class. I’ll study on Friday nights, mostly. I have this dream of losing enough weight to make race weight for a ladies’ timber race and fitting in a steeplechase next fall just to say I did it. 

really I want very few things: I want my friends to know I love them. I want stellar academics. I want fitness, and victory. And maybe a tattoo and a bottle of wine, but they’re extra. I’ll trade anything for it: love, sanity, sleep, pain, money, youth. 

but i just want that fucking victory so badly.

so i guess that means i should probably get to work. 

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