Some of Canada’s athletes
and Jian Ghomeshicheering for women’s hockey gold.
This is great.
- Letters (Franz Kafka)
Matt Duchene and other canadians celebrate the women’s hockey OT win
Cuz honestly I love Canada. And Matt Duchene
I hate how you still make me feel. Like my day isn’t just as complete as it was yesterday when you walked in the door. You came in to work for 10 minutes to check your schedule for next week and to touch base with me about a few things.
I hate that now I sit and count the hours or days until we work together again because honesty the first words out of my mouth today when I was situated and caught up in today’s bullshit was “does josh work today?” Everything was business up until then. And even half of the emotion behind that question was business and the other half…longing.
I have spent the last 4 years of my life trying to rid myself of Khales memory. That will never happen. He had such a profound effect on my life and my perception of the reality of things that I will never let him go.
You. We’re also part of that. You were everything good in the bad world I lived in. You were the voice of reason. You were a light. You guided me. You were the reason I didn’t leave Minot the night khale asked me To move to Fargo. Fuck.
I hate you because when it happened. It just happened and the only thing that came of it was betrayal as heartache that still pains me almost 3 years later.
I hate you because I lost my best friend. I hate you because I look at you and I see the friendship we used to have. I hate you because we can’t go back and repair ourselves or the relationship we had. I hate you because I want to be your best friend again. Your voice of reason. Your light. Which I was at one point in time. We’ve been there
And look where it got us?
I hate that I still love you. I hate you.
Don’t let tumblr make you think that getting bad grades and not caring about school is fine