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empty water bottles everywhere cheerios on the floor I can never keep track of myself or the food I bring out of the kitchen I'm worse than a bachelor & my Benadryl is almost gone I need it to sleep sleep and to dream so maybe my nothing will be something that it seems I cannot stop obsessing over how lonely I feel in my new married life I feel better talking to people I barely know than I do my own husband they say the first year is the hardest but I think I've just always felt this way when your heart clings to something you can't have the feeling never quite frays never quite erodes in its natural form I find myself daydreaming about things that don't happen true love that doesn't come true romance is not abundant in these parts chivalry is carved on a tombstone a few blocks from my apartment & I'm lucky to get a kiss on the cheek whenever I walk by I want to believe that there is some man out there who would build me a bouquet of wildflowers & play me some classic rock ballad about eternity maybe he lives in this house maybe he lives at all
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Apr 5, 2012
Apr 5, 2012 at 12:12 AM UTC
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empty water bottles everywhere cheerios on the floor I can never keep track of myself or the food I bring out of the kitchen I'm worse than a bachelor & my Benadryl is almost gone I need it to sleep sleep and to dream so maybe my nothing will be something that it seems I cannot stop obsessing over how lonely I feel in my new married life I feel better talking to people I barely know than I do my own husband they say the first year is the hardest but I think I've just always felt this way when your heart clings to something you can't have the feeling never quite frays never quite erodes in its natural form I find myself daydreaming about things that don't happen true love that doesn't come true romance is not abundant in these parts chivalry is carved on a tombstone a few blocks from my apartment & I'm lucky to get a kiss on the cheek whenever I walk by I want to believe that there is some man out there who would build me a bouquet of wildflowers & play me some classic rock ballad about eternity maybe he lives in this house maybe he lives at all
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33/F/American
Apr 5, 2012
Apr 5, 2012 at 12:12 AM UTC
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