Sexual Release

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Slow motion, see me let go

we tend to die young

theunconventionalthinker:

I wish my life was a Blink 182 song.

(Source: killbliss)

I’ve come to a realization. Read if you want to.

I’ve been incredibly tired for weeks now. Like, sleep for 12 hours or more and still feel absolutely dead the next day.

This is what I’ve just realized.

About a month or two ago, my ex girlfriend wrote me a letter outlining how we had grown apart, how we were different people than when we had met three years ago. She outlined all of the things she missed, all of the things I did that she hated, all of that sort of thing.

I’m not terribly surprised that we’ve grown to be different people. Last I heard, she’s experimenting with drugs. Once I got to University, I began to experience popularity for the first time since…ever, and it was a huge rush for me. I know I’m very different from when we had first started dating. She is too.

We couldn’t make it work out, we went through a year of push and pull trying to put everything back together — mind you, that’s through semesters apart from each other at school and summer break together — and then we broke it off.

The very first time I went to visit her, the sheer built up tension between us was too much and we both caved to temptation…which opened up a shit storm. More fighting, more trying to work things out. It didn’t work out.

Which brings us to the letter. It was my first (and the only necessary) realization that she really, sincerely, truly wanted nothing else to do with me.

I haven’t talked a single word to her since I read her letter and put it on my desk to gather dust. I haven’t deleted her from my life yet, either, but that’s more of the fact that I feel like she and I are too big of a part of my past to simply discard.

And hence, my realization: Love is an incredibly powerful thing. I was madly in love with her at one point; blindingly so. I’ve moved on from her - I have no problem or hesitation hooking up with random girls I meet - but even so, I’ve just realized that I’m so damn tired simply because there is not a factor of Love in my life. Sure, my family loves me, but it’s not the same. Love is insane. It’s not real. It’s not material or tangible. It’s just there, and it’s incredibly powerful. And I would suggest to those of you who will even get this far through this post (if anyone actually reads it) to wait until you are old enough to know who you are and know that you won’t change much to commit to it. Because Love is scary powerful.