Long Distance Relationships Are Tough Bruh

So I (Phred) haven't posted much as of late, which is pretty normal (sorry).

Sooo, I figured I should write something.

Now, when I'm not terribly inspired with an idea to write a post about, it's hard for me to get into it.

But, having a little bit of expierene on the situation, I decided to write about long distance relationships (LDR).

When I say "experience" it's good to note I'm 14, and have been in 3 1/2 relationships total, none lasting for more than 2 months.

So take this information as you will.

I'v decided to look up frequently asked questions about LDRs and answer them from my perspective.

Soooooo, let's GO!

1. Is it hard being that far away from each other?

Dear lord, no.

It's not like you don't get to touch the one person you want to be with all the time

I totally never lay in bed wishing he'd come and lay next to me but knowing he can't.
It's not hard.

Not at all.

Yes, it's hard.

2. Is it really a relationship if you don’t even see each other?

NOPE, NOT ONE BIT.

I'M SO GLAD YOU POINTED THIS OUT TO ME, I NOW KNOW MY RELATIONSHIP IS A LIE.

3. Do you have like, you know, Skype sex?

If you wouldn't ask me about my sex life normally, don't now.

But yes.

Whenever we can.

4. Have they cheated on you?

Well.

Would you stay with someone if they did that?

No?

Hm.

I'm guessing they haven't cheated on me.

5. Don’t you miss being physical?

6. How often do you see each other?

All the time!

Well...

He's on a computer screen...

But whatevs.

7. Wouldn’t it be more fun to be single?

No, actually.

I wouldn't give it up for the world.

So there's a little post for you.

Hope you had fun with that.

Also, aaayyyyy, despite my promise to not date for a year, I have a boyfriend!

For the tradition of aliases we'll call him Teo.

You guys will most likely see more posts that mention/are about him.

So, yeah, cool cool.

Until next time FuzzleBuns

=^_^=

- Phred McSparrow 

Snippets: Ghost.

 The jingle of the bell on the door.
He looked up to see a familiar face.
She let out a shy laugh when she saw who was waiting for her at the booth.
He'd seen her around school.
They were both exiting their sophomore year. They had a few classes together last semester. Could you have a blind date with someone you knew?
"Hi." She offered as she sat.
"Hey, stranger."
She smiled.
He never realized green eyes could be so beautiful.

He walked his brown-haired girl home from school every day after their second date.
She let him hold her hand after the first week.
By month's end she had his heart.

For his eighteenth birthday,  he got a job and bought his own car.

Mid summer, he walked with her through the front doors of their house for the first time.
He admired the sunlight on her hair as she gazed out the window. She turned around to find him on bended knee, her new ring in hand.
Never was a happier 'yes' spoken.

The pressure was too much too fast.
Paying for the house. The car. Owing things they didn't have.
He sought the wrong crowds for support.
For every pill he took, they convinced him to do more risky things to earn extra keep.
Every illegitimate penny earned was another crack in her heart.

By Fall he was whisked away, bearing a set of silver bracelets.
He watched her from the backseat, red and blue lights reflecting off her tears.
He wished he didn't have to leave her in the front yard like that.
His first clear thought in months.

His mother visited every week.
Her first words were always "I love you,"
His were always "I'm sorry."
She always hid her tears, but disappointment is harder to mask.
He could see his vows to make her proud resting on deaf ears.

Thirty days before he earned his freedom, a guard gave him a letter.
"I'm sorry she didn't get to see you let out"
He would never see his mother again.
He'd take a disappointed "I love you," over losing her any day.

One month later, he learned that freedom feels empty, when everyone you love has given up on you.
He learned this when he walked into the house where his sister tells him he lives.
It was driven in when he saw his brown-haired, green-eyed girl walk through the door of their house. A new hand held hers, and a new ring on her finger.

He wanted to drift away.
To fade into dust, so that he didn't have to remember what he'd lost.
He tried. He held on as long as he could.

Years later, she found a handwritten note among her mail.
"Goodbye, stranger."
He faded away.








Yeeaaaaaaaahhhhhhh, so that was kinda depressing. 
Whoops. 
That's sorrrrrta just what I've felt like writing lately. 
Anyways, this was sorta loosely/not loosely based of the song "Ghost" by House of Heroes. 
Check it out, it's also depressing.
Yep, that's it. 
See ya next time. 
Bye,
Phrank McS.

Blog Theme Re-Vamped

Hey ya'll.  If you've been reading us for any amount of time before ten minutes ago, you would have by now noticed that our blog now looks COMPLETELY DIFFERENT. Because it does. I asked Phreddie a couple weeks ago if I could shake things up a bit, and here's what I came up with. It was a close toss between this and bubbles for the background. 

So yep, that's it. 

till next time. 

REALITY IS AN ILLUSION

THE UNIVERSE IS A HOLOGRAM 

BUY GOLD

 BYEEEEE

Phrankie. 

Yeah just so you know our blog's home font is not Comic Sans

It's really not. I promise. It just automatically sets on Comic Sans when it's still loading the page. I felt the need to point that out. 'Cause I really hate Comic Sans. It's not Comic Sans. I promise.

That's all.

Bye.

Phrank  McS. 

*Is not actually dead*

Sup guys. Sorry for the recent bought of absence. However, if you've been reading for any discernible amount of time, you'll pretty much know that both of us simultaneously disappearing is a common thing that usually lasts like three months, followed by one or two months of us completely bombarding you with posts. That being said, be prepared for an overwhelming tidal wave of random crap coming your way soon. 

Okay. 

Okay. 

Yeah. 

I'm not actually certain where I really wanted to go with this post, other than to give you a sign of life. I guess I'll just tell you what's been going on as of late. 

OH!!

So last Holiday season, both my sister and Phred participated in a play with a local theater troupe-participated in that, sister played another dude and Phred did set design shtuff. And so one week I went to help with the sets and shtuff with Phred, and had craploads of fun, so this play season I'm a full-fledged part of the set crew. Unfortunately, due to recent age requirements set in place, Phred con't participate in the stage crew with me. I mean, that really sucks, but I'm making friends there, too. 

And that hasn't happened since, well, Danny. I mean, that didn't end really well, but I have higher hopes for this new set of weirdos. And it's cool, because I'm doing a really good job of not letting myself develop any dumb infatuations. Yeah, there's a couple of really nice dudes there, don't get me wrong. However, they are definitely not in my ?zone?. And the one that's even close to my age is waaay interested in another chick. 

So yeah, it's pretty great. No foreseeable drama, and I'm seriously looking forward to having more than one real friend (love you Phred). 

So that's all nice. 

Oh, and I got my cartilage pierced this past Saturday. It didn't actually hurt that bad, at least the first time they did it. When it didn't go all the way through. Yep. They had to do it twice. Jolly good. 

I mean, after they got it over with, it didn't even hurt all day. I was just more aware that that portion of my ear existed?

 It was odd. However, last night I accidentally rolled over onto that side a coupole of times, so it's feeling a bit raw today. 

Yeah, so that's what's been happening as of late. 

Not terribly interesting, but definitely prof of life. 

I guess I'll see you guys next time,

Phranklynn G. M. P. McSparrow. 

This post has no title/PHRED IS BACK Y'ALL

 Hey

Phred here.

Yeah, I'm not dead.

Actually I'm far from it.

But a lot of things have happned in the past month or so.

And I figured I should talk about it.

Well, one, as I mentioned in previous posts I had a boyfriend.

I say "had" because that ended around the 20th of february.

Not bitterly I'm afriad.

It seems to be easier when things end bitterly.

But a note to anyone that's going into a relationship:

Don't talk about the future if you don't intend for there to be one.

If you're not ready for something serious, don't act as if you want something serious.

But I'm not going to go into that.

Also in the past week I got and quit my first job.

I also met a nice boy on the last day of that job.

Whether things will work with him or not I have no idea.

Though, knowing my ability to fuck things up, it probably won't.

But lets not talk about that either.

Let's talk about the fact that I actually have friends nowadays.

I have no more secrets I'm keeping.

I haven't thought about suicide in over a week.

My life is finally getting better, and it's amazing.

Until later, angels

Phred M.

=^_^=

Phranklynn's Official "Closure" Post.

Hello friends.

I feel as if I haven't posted as much of late, and I don't know if that's necessarily true, or if I just haven't been working on as many lately. Either way, I'm here to write another post, which will wind up being probably about recent romantic/ physical attractions.

As you all probably are informed/don't care, this past October marked the end of my very first yet excessively long relationship. I will tell you now that I don't waste my tears over petty things -I've been called "cold" for my lack of weeping at the most heartbreaking of times-, and I never once cried over the loss of that endeavor.
Until rather recently, I've actually had this sort of irrational frustration and anger, which sparked form nowhere, towards not only Danny and my previous relationship with him, but also towards the idea of getting in a new relationship with anyone. Again, this anger came from no logical place in my mind, but it was very prominent.
 Now, I won't lie to you and say that this slight loathing is 100% gone, but I will say that it has lessened significantly. I'm no longer irritated when Danny texts me, though my goal of going a day without thinking about him is greatly hindered when this occurs. As mentioned, I have a somewhat irrational goal of going one solid day without thinking about Danny and/or our previous relationship. I say irrational simply because it is nearly impossible to go a day without thinking abut the entire previous year of your life; as, regrettably, I allowed my entire year, save maybe a week of summer camp, to be clouded by the constant conversation and companionship of that sickening relationship.
Whether or not you are trying to forget something specific, it is difficult to go a day without comparing it's events to the recent past.
All that being said, this is my official moving on, getting over it, not letting any of it bother me anymore post. Understand this, this is not me saying that I am just now over the whole 'I still love you take me back I'm sorry' phase. I never had that phase. Honestly. And I'm not sure if saying this causes some heart-breaking realization for him, if he even still reads these posts,  but I have zero intentions of ever going back to him.
Sorry?
No. Not sorry. It's still my choice. I still am at the concurrence that that certain relationship was most definitely not healthy or a good relationship for me.
Okay.
I was going to go somewhere with this, but I started this post over a month ago, so I can't remember.
Oh well.
I might edit this later if I remember?

Till then,

The Universe is temporary
Reality is an illusion
buy gold
Good byyyyyeee'