Mar 18, 2010 15:39
It's taken me awhile to get used to the fact that I live in Houston now. I miss California quite a bit, but I like my new home. Sometimes it's hard coming home to an empty apartment so I'm adopting a cat named Sophie. She's a persian and she's seven years old. She has a very mean face and she doesn't like wet cat food. I didn't think I'd ever have a cat because I'm more of a dog lover, but I can't have a big dog in my apartment.
In terms of the guy situation, I have fallen for one. I won't mention his name but I care for him dearly. It's sad that love for me equals fear and panic. I get scared to get attached to anyone. I feel awful that I'm attached to him, and that I fear my life would not be the same without him in it. I promised myself that I would never feel that way again about a guy. I think he knows that he can push my buttons, and he can be extremely manipulative. He is not my type at all. It's true that you can't choose who you fall in love with. There are times when I wish that I didn't know him (as awful as that sounds.) His lifestyle is not condusive to my lifestyle and he does things that annoy the crap out of me, but I adore him.