Clothes aren't optional.

I feel so uncomfortable now.

It's like I'm standing naked in a room while you stand there clothed.
I mean, I felt bad letting you say what you did, when I knew it wasn't true. And for that, I guess I'm sorry. But, I'm also not sorry, because if I had told you not to say it, it would have been humiliating for you, and I still would have felt bad.

Oh well. If you know, you haven't said anything yet.

But I want my clothes back, because clothes aren't optional.

Severing Bonds?

Have you ever been so attached to someone, that no matter what they do, you can't help but still want to be with them? Romantically, friendly, or otherwise?

That was how I felt.

And then, one night, I wrote a fairly angry, but not like, overly angry blog. I was frustrated, and tired of all the bullshit. I posted it, but it only stayed up for about an hour. I took it down before anyone could see it, because I know it wasn't the right thing to do. And when I talked about it, I mentioned breaking it off after such and such a time. And I've realized, even though I never actually had the breaking it off conversation, I'd already ended it. In my heart, anyway.

It's not like my feelings are completely gone; they're just not a prominent part of my heart anymore. In some ways, that part of my heart is dead. In others, it's just wounded, or deflated, or...I don't really know how to say it. It kind of feels nonexistent at the moment, but I know it's still there.

I guess I'll just have to wait for another person to come along and make me love them that much.

Us

It's just not the same anymore. I think I've all ready accepted that.

But this was just further proof of the thought, that feeling.
I'm a walking contradiction, because I care so much, but so little at the same time.
In a lot of ways, I really don't give a shit one way or the other, and yet I still don't want to see anyone get hurt.

I won't lie; part of me is really going to miss it, but none of me regrets it.

This is me, and I'm okay.