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don't give a writer words i have such a fucked up definition of love. i realize this more every day. i trust actions over words. don't tell me you care about me - show me. words to me can always be insignificant bits of fluff that have no meaning. i think it's because i've become queen of the empty word. i can spout "i'm fine"'s until i run out of breath and speak them with such voracious enthusiasm you won't ever doubt them, all the while i'm filled with anything but fine. so i guess when i hear someone say 'i love you', i hear it but can't quite feel it. what have you done to show your love? that's the important question. i'm not talking jump off buildings or skywrite my name with hearts in the clouds, but i need tokens of adoration or dollar store gifts of esteem. that i could believe. |