It seems illogical, doesn't it? Life in a dorm is famous (infamous?) for being messy and disorganized. Dorm rooms with pizza boxes scattered across any available surface, laundry thickly coating the floor, papers from three semesters ago piled upon the desk. Seem familiar ( Read more... )

I have this nasty habit of putting my emotional needs aside so that I can forget that I have pain in my life. Due to this habit - and the fact that once you build your wall high enough, it will eventually tumble - I have recently rediscovered how seriously fucked beyond all repair I am.

Allow me to name the ways.

1) I'm terrified of commitment.

Have ( Read more... )