I just needed to.....
say something. And if I could put together the perfect phrase I would. And someone said last weekend, how do i know i'm in love? and his answer was i don't. and I asked someone else how have those two been together so long and been so happy to this day and this reply was I guess they were lucky. And I fell in love with an inanimate object, but he is my baby and has kept me safe and loved me while I was young and dumb. To this day, I still think about you almost everyday. GET OUT OF MY MOTHERFUCKING HEAD. love is sick, love is blind, I believe Shakespeare said it best. I don't know why I'm such a hopeless romantic, yearning for the need of adventure, passion, and romance. I want to see the world but I would sacrifice it if I fell in love, I mean really fell in love. Unlikely my hasty self would even realize such a blessing. But sometimes the best way is just to keep writing. It is usually the way I try to make sense out of whats going on in my mind, which is not depression and not severe happiness, just thoughts on this exciting, unpredictable thing we out of everything in our solar system has been blessed with, the ability to live, to build, to reason, to love, to cry, to destroy whats given us such uniqueness. Who thinks of being alive as unique? Because I do, maybe that's weird. And then my mind went blank.