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The L Word

1st of all when I don't have the guts to say how I feel I write & if 160 characters is not enough I go to my online journal plus right now I'm too tired to go get my journal,dust it off,find my writing pen,turn on the light,sit right, & write my emotions ... Bare with me.



*sighs* How true all of it is idk I believe less than half of what I hear nowadays & truthfully I don't like that about myself but that is another blog w/in itself. However it was just said to me that I have not been saying I love you lately. Not orally at least. I admit I don't like saying it first. Childish maybe but it is because of an insecurity that I think that if I initiate those magic words they will be said back by obligation. My love for you leaks out of my heart as if there is a bullet piercing it. I hate telling you that while thinking you don't believe I do. Honestly I rather show it than say it since actions speak louder... Look I just don't like saying it first I don't want to set myself up for heartache or heartbreak. I feel like if you mean it you will say it every day after I tell you good night. Point blank end of story... Now excuse me while I try to figure out why I wrote this,here,so the world can see my insecurity. Yep that L game makes you do dumb things.

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