I deleted my blog

I did it to try to disconnect myself from a girl who I think might have read it, and who in there was resonance with.

I'm not doing it because I don't like her, or really want to disconnect. But I don't see that there's really any other way right now.

I love her. I wish I could give that to her. I feel like I can't, the way I want to.

I try to keep her high, without obsessing. But I do. I fight it. I have these feelings that "she's the only one". I feel imprisoned. Not that this is directly bad. If I was with her, being bound would be no problem. But I'm not.

I say I feel she read it, because she resonated with it. I look at her, and she seems to dance, in alignment with things I write, or feel. Even if I don't write it. Like we are connected. Like quantum entanglement, in some sense, but on the scale of human relationships.

But I say she resonated. Like she read it. Like she knows what I'm doing.

But the last series of posts here were about stars, and her. And she posted an image of stars within the day, smiling big.

...But she posted an image (images profile images on facebook) of a carrot the day I bought a carrot after not having a carrot in 9 months. Bugs Bunny, a trickster, was holding it.

I feel like an ass in so many ways.

Bang.
 
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