Amanda Farmer

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    I talked to one of Chase’s friends today, a good friend of his. I told him this morning that Chase broke up with me, and he asked why so I explained. And he said it’s fucked that he did that.

    After speaking to Jonny, I kind of have a different understanding of Chase.

    He says that Chase doesn’t ever get close to anyone. And the only one that understands Chase, is Chase. He says he’s self-conscious and doesn’t speak personally with anyone.
    I imagined Chase as this… invincible man with hopes and dreams and standards, like he’s tired of being pushed around because he’s small, so he developed a badass attitude inside of himself to get things clear and out so people will listen to him no matter what. The insults and sarcasm and jokes were also ways for him to seem, sort of friendly, even if they were insults that could of hurt someone serious. But it was his way of dealing with things because he’s not a serious person.


    But now, with what Jonny told me, I feel that my perspective has changed a little.


    Now I see Chase as this man who has something to hide. Whether it be about his past or his present or a hidden secret about himself that he doesn’t want anyone to know about. He won’t get close to anyone, because I think that, within himself, he’s afraid of getting hurt because he might of been hurt in his past. Inside, he’s scared, but he hides it very well. He doesn’t want to look weak. He doesn’t want to be in second. First, that’s what he’s about. Being first, being the strongest, being the best. Don’t disrespect, and do what he says, or you’ll be dropped and forgotten. He wants appreciation, and caringness. Someone sweet, but understands what he’s about and is there for him, regardless. And not serious. Serious is the opposite of what he wants, because if you’re to serious then he can’t crack a joke without you cracking a frown and it’s no fun for him. Getting off on your pain and laughter is what makes him smile. The jokes, it’s what he’s all about.
    Such a convincing actor, I told you.

    I told him. I told him I told him I told him that I’d be there for him, always. Communication with him is not his forte, and might not ever be until he learns, if he learns. Know what he’s thinking or you’re out, no arguing about it. Serious situations, leave him alone about it.

    I wanted to be there to protect you, and be there for you. I still am, whenever you want to come back to me.

    I wish you knew I wish you knew I wish you knew that’d I’d listen. I’d be there. I won’t tell, I won’t blog, I won’t talk to my internet friends about it, I’ll keep it to myself. I promise.



    December 09, 2009, 11:31pm

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    December 09, 2009, 4:59pm

    The Parting

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    • Me: I'll say this as my parting note, then I'll get out of your fucking hair. In the future don't ever promise anyone forever. or that you'll try as hard as you can to keep this relationship working. Or that you'll marry them. Or that you love them. Cause you know what? Maybe that's exactly what they're looking for. Maybe, just maybe, you might be every fucking thing that they've been looking for. And when you leave it's so much harder to deal with then if you hadn't of said any of that bullshit at all. Brutal honest, you call yourself. How about brutal liar. I would like to take the opportunity to thank you, for allowing me to find the best person on the planet and letting me fall in love with you. You were the best boyfriend I have ever had. Don't even bother thinking that we can stay friends, cause both you and I know that's a load of fucking bullshit. Also I would like to apologize for anything I did. Not that that'll change anything but I'm still apologizing. Also, I love you. Mk. thanks for your time, and your heart. And the fucking tears and suicide notes and beatings my life now consists of. Bye. (3:43 AM)
    • Him: I meant it when I said it. (10:42 PM the next day)
    • Me: Meant what? I love you? Forever? Marry me? Or all of them?
    • Him: And- conversation over.
    • Me: Huh?
    • Him: Conversation over.
    • Me: I don't deserve an explanation. Okay. Fine.
    • Him: While you act like this- no. You deserve no explanation.
    • Me: I apologize for having feelings.
    • Him: Conversation over.
    • Me: Mk.


    December 08, 2009, 11:12pm

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    You said that you would be with me forever. That you’d marry me. That you’d always love me. That you would do everything in your power to keep us together.

    You couldn’t stay with me for even a little over a month.
    You didn’t even make the effort.

    What you did, oh what you did, was tell me that you loved me and stuff.
    Buuut the funny thing is that you didn’t mean it. Oh wait, that’s not very funny.
    Hey, guess what! Iiiiiii did! I meant every word I said to you. All the I love you’s and forever’s and I wanna marry you’s, and I miss you’s, and everything. I meant it all.
    And don’t even think that you can tell me that I pushed this all on you. You said it first. I didn’t even want to discuss love or marriage or forever until at least 2 months, at the least. But no, you started it. You said it, not me. I believed you though. The look in your eyes, it was so true. The way you complimented me, there was just something in your eyes that made me believe. And the I love you’s. Those. My gosh. Even on the phone it felt like your heart was pounding over hearts through the airwaves, reaching mine as soon as you said it, filling in the looked over spaces in me. I thought you meant it, so I believed it.
    Congratulations, you’re officially a convincing actor.

    In my lifetime I’ve been in love twice and a half. Half being Caleb. One being Brandon. And two being you.
    Been in love;that’s more of a past tense rather then a present tense.
    I love you. You being one. One being you.

    At this point in time, I want no one else, aside from you. Only you.
    I realize I’ve said this about Caleb, and I thought this about Brandon.
    But right now, I. Want. You.

    Evvvveryone I told today called you a jerk or a jackass or stupid or something. Some said that you shouldn’t of done that, because you don’t know what you have right in front of you; that object being me. Others said that your ‘excuse’ was one of the stupidest they’ve ever heard, and that I shouldn’t cry over it. Everyone said that they wished they could help, that they wished they could do something to stop my crying and make me feel better.
    I didn’t ask for the pity, because I know it only makes me feel about 5% better, knowing someone cares about how I feel or some shit like that. God forbid that I wish someone would care about how I feel.

    I went to sleep on Sunday night at around 11 o’clock waiting to see if you’d call, because that’s your normal calling time. But you didn’t. So I went to sleep.
    I think that, on this night, God woke me up. I wake up at 2:45 AM and check my phone for any messages or missed calls. I see I have a facebook message from you, so I get on to see what it was.
    It was your goodbye.
    My body, I think I had a mini-seizure how much my body was shaking; probably adrenaline. Explaining how I felt at that exact moment would be one that I’ve experienced twice before, and it may be the worst emotional feeling I may ever feel, aside from how I would feel if my parents and/or close friend died, however it would be different emotions. I screamed into my pillow, dug my nails into my skin, nothing worked. I couldn’t get rid of the emotional pain I was feeling. I got up and told mom. And got back in bed because she told me to go to sleep. I cried for the next hour and half.
    If I hadn’t of woken up at that exact time to read that exact message, I wouldn’t of gone to school today. I know God’s watching over me.

    I cried last night- 2 hours.
    This morning-around 30 minutes.
    1st Block-5 minutes.
    Various points in the day added together-5 minutes.
    Bus-15 minutes.
    Home-3 hours.
    Shower-30 minutes.

    Around 6 hours, total, of crying, and 2 breakdowns.
    HahahahLOVEMYLIFE.not.

    Well, you won’t tell me your reasoning, to be exact. You said I don’t deserve it. Sorry, God, I didn’t know you reigned above me so high that someone that you ‘loved’ doesn’t even deserve your explanation.

    BUTEVENAFTERALLOFTHIS, I still love you and pray that you come back or realize how I feel or blahblahblah.
    Yay. Depression. Merry Christmas to you too, life.



    December 08, 2009, 10:51pm

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    “Tell me how it feels to watch the walls of your security crumble. I remember you, you took the easy way out when I gave you something to stand for. I was just another promise that you couldn’t keep.”



    December 08, 2009, 4:33pm

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    “Amanda, I feel that my feelings for you have reached the maximum potential that they possibly could. Unfortunately, It’s not how I imagine true love to be. I’m sorry. I think we should be friends.”



    December 08, 2009, 3:21am

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    December 07, 2009, 7:52pm

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