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damn right I did

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I was hurt and I still am.

I couldn’t stand it, and i try to find a place of comfort. Somewhere with someone. All i could think of at that time is as long as i get the hug that i want, as long as i’m going for dates non stop, as long as i’m meeting up with new people, i’ll heal.

And that’s how I ended up in Tinder, to find comfort, to find worth, and maybe hoping, to find a new love.

But i was wrong. I didn’t believe it at first, Tinder is a place for people to search for sex, for mutual casual relationship, nothing at all related to love. All are hoping to sleep with anyone. No small talks, no dates, no nothing, just straight up to bed, regardless of how kind and good that person is, it’s all they can think of - sex.

So i ended up at a wrong place. Also funny how i keep on hoping to find a new love over. The chances are small and there’s ni such thing as getting to bed on the 3rd date, no, no, there’s no such thing as dates as well.

“Oh I don’t do dates because there will be feelings involved.”

“I just want casual relationship because I don’t want any feelings involved, no harm.”

Yeah yeah like all millennials are so afraid of devoting themselves, like it’s bad to have relationships, but not me, though i keep on hurting but i do yearn for one.

Mine never really last more than 2 months, thus i get scared when i started to like someone. I get scared that i’ll get clingy. I get scared that my sensitive self is going to destroy it. I get really scared because that’s somehow the sign of me getting hurt in which i did over and over again. But I couldn’t help myself. Maybe because I yearned for it and i still do.

I’m missing the love from another man, because somehow i’m missing them since i was so little.

Finding a wrong place and a wrong person - when will it ends.

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My wife and I were were talking the other day and, I don’t remember what we were even talking about, but the idea came up that we would need an oreo for. I joked about getting one from my secret stash. This is where she made her mistake. She said “oh right, like you could have an Oreo stash without me knowing about it.”

I’m sorry?

That’s a challenge.

Oreos aquired.

I’m going to hide them in a super simple place at first

But be sure to follow this post while I chronicle all the ways and places I hide them and also how I plan on taunting her with cookies while she can’t find the package

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I don’t know where to rant to. Here?

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I have never know that I thought I’ve moved on completely but I never was. All I did was divert my attention towards something else. Away and far far away.

I have never thought that this feeling still stays. Why is it so hard to take a step forward or a step back? Anywhere will do but not here.

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“Here comes a feeling you thought you’d forgotten.”

— Vampire Weekend, Horchata (via music-and-quotes)

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me_irl

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Mood

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😂😂

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