Fourt'nth Ave.: Archive

Knockin’ On Heavens Door by Bob Dylan

rather good.

And has reduced me to

tears.

Feb 29, 2012

So… unless you’re the person who that last post was about, disregard it.

I have a lot of homework to do… I think I may go do it now. But, enjoy this photo:

Feb 29, 2012

Your SPICE is as SCARY as Don Knotts.

I want to rant about you, I want to tell everyone that you’re a piece of shit, but I can’t. I’m not mad, I’m just… I don’t really have a word to define this emotion.

I fucking hate you for the way you’ve made me feel over the past year, and I wish I had never even met you. You’re not a good friend, you’re not a good acquaintance.

Fuck, you’re not even a good human being.

By the way, you’re not better than anyone either. You have this idea in your head that if you dress fashionably, own really expensive gadgets, and write horribly depressing poetry [if you even want to call it that] that you’ll win hearts.

You ultimately failed at that. That’s why you fucking went home wasn’t it? You realized that you are incapable of making friends.

I tried so hard to be your friend, I put in so much fucking effort, and through one misread text message, you just gave up. You had me, that’s all you had. Maybe you didn’t fucking know.

You’d leave Brooke’s house, and she’d actually laugh about you. Not in a good way.

You’re probably right about your parents, also. If I was your father, I wouldn’t want you either.

My Tumblr is not about you, it never was. The only times any of my posts were about you was when your fucking name was in them.

I hate losing people in my life. I go to therapy just about the fear of a person walking out on me like Matt did. Like Brent did. I gave you my mind, I let you know my deepest thoughts and fears. You never really gave a fuck did you?

Why couldn’t you just tell me that you didn’t care. I would have stopped. I would have taken your number out of my phone, and taken you out of my life. This post is the last fucking time I ever hope to think about you.

Read into this as much as you want, but you’re doing so on your own account. There is no deep-rooted meaning to any of this other than what has been stated. It might seem that I am mad, but I’m not. These are true feelings that I have about you.

You are nothing, just a spec on this Earth. You have little respect for anything or anyone around you. You are deep set in your bullheaded opinions which are incorrect more than they are the opposite.

You mean absolutely nothing to me anymore, and I’m 100% fine with that.

I hope you print this post out, put it in your mouth, and choke on it.

I wouldn’t shed a single fucking tear about it.

-Briar

POST SCRIPT: I said in the first line that I didn’t want to rant, but I did. Get over it.

Feb 29, 2012

I noticed that I lost a follower, then found out that it was someone that I sort of know.

I was unexpectedly hurt by it.

Feb 29, 2012

Just got back from the gym. I forgot how incredibly good you feel walking out of there.

Ran 5 miles on the elliptical, and did back & chest exercises with weights.

Plus, there are some fucking FIIIINNNEEE dudes up in there.

Feb 27, 2012

Kashmir.

Feb 26, 2012

It was.

Amazing.

Feb 25, 2012

I hate that I love you too much to hurt you the way I know would actually hurt you. I know you so well, it would be all to easy for me to case you such a destructive pain that you wouldn’t be able to recover.

When you tell me that you can’t help but smile when I walk into the same room as you, don’t expect me to be happy about it.You broke my heart far worse than anyone else has ever come close to doing.

I’ll never forgive you for the way you hurt me. It’s not that I don’t want to, I just can’t. Every time I want to hold you in my arms, reminders of your dark side flash into my mind.

So, fuck you Matthew.

Feb 22, 2012

It’s just painful to move today.

Feb 16, 2012

Few more days, I just need a few more days.