Love, Like & Sex

Things We Do For Love

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Song Cry

Why Do We Do The Things We Do

Why do we do the things we do, is it for love?
Do we say ‘I Love You’ because it seems like the right thing to do?
Do we feel obligated because we weren’t the first to utter those words?
Do we hope that you’re doing well or do we think that we’re just being ignored?
Why do we call, knowing you won’t answer?
Why do we do the things we do, maybe we don’t know any better?
Do we watch the phone ring because we’ve been hurt in the past?
Do we put up walls to keep those who love us away?
Why do we take people for granted, knowing they won’t always be there?
Why do we do the things we do, are we afraid?
Do we think so highly of your feelings that we hurt them inadvertently?
Do we think that pretty words, half-truths are the same as being honest?
Why do we care?
Why do we think such trivial things?
Why do we long for your touch, but hate the why you make us feel?
Why do we do the things we do?

Cheating On WordPress

I’ll be the first to admit that I’m doing wrong, and I have. Essentially my last few posts have had no substance and its entirely my doing. I sit here everyday and knowing I have a ton of shit to say, I just can not put it into words. Sitting here now, I’m holding back because I need to get shit off my chest, but I’m feeling extremely exposed. So should I be super-vague, use confusing pronouns and leave the reader with an overall feeling of “WTF is this nigga doing?” or do I lay it out on the table and done with it? Maybe for the sake of sanity…

Work is essentially what the noun says it is… it’s work. I love what I do, but it’s getting harder and harder to get up and go. There are days where I don’t want to leave my bed. But I’m not depressed or anything, but I have this overall feeling that I need to be in bed. I guess its hard to articulate this feeling.
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And Like That, He Was Gone


The Confession

I need to confess something that I’ve been holding in for sometime and its time that I let the world know. I had fallen for someone and it truly affected how I thought, how I spoke and had I acted in my every day life. But like the says goes, “You shouldn’t make some a priority when you’re not even an option.” So why come out with all of this? Why now? Well I’ve come to a point where I need to move on and get over this. Hopefully bearing my soul will free me from the trance they have on me. Love is a powerful thing and I loved the Captain

Yeah, I need some time to get my head straight… 

Portrait of The Broken-Hearted

What happens when every song you hear reminds you of them? Every rational thought tells you that should not feel this way but you do anyway. Their presence makes me weak and yet I need to be strong. For I can’t have them and that is why I cry myself to sleep.

Phewy With Love: The Catch Up pt. 2

In the time while I was away, I’ve been trying to get back into the dating scene (as if I ever left it). And dating always puts me in a mood of self-reflecting. I’m single… I’ve been single for the better part of 4 years.Granted I’ve gone out with some cool people, in the last four years, but either nothing ever comes of it, they end up going back to their ex-boyfriends or they’re dating my friends. Its too the point where I’m use to be being a relationship halfway house. Where I pick them up out of the shambles of their failed relationship, rebuild them into stronger more confident people so they can leave me and go back to the exs. And I assure you that I’m not exaggerating, its truthfully happen at least four times. At this point, I really can’t establish any strong emotional connection with anyone I go out with. Maybe I’m a little bitter but I think I’m allowed to be.

Lesson Learned

Just because he seems to like you, that doesn’t mean he does…And just because the interviews went well ,that doesn’t mean you’ll get the job.