I love you.

There, now, no matter who reads these lines, I will have just told you how I feel.

It's not easy loving you though. No, I love you too much to lie, to take the easy road and tell you it's all sunshine and butter cups.

Loving you means having to figure out some way of loving myself, of trusting myself enough. It might take me believing that ( Read more... )

I wish that I could be this for you ( Read more... )

Flashing cursor icon, speak to me, tell me what it's all for.
Here I am again, another online self-expression. More of me dispersed into the hyper text transfer protocol. E-mail addresses, .com chat profiles, a myspace, yahoo personal profile, on and on and on, and now ... a live journal.
Here we all are trying to leave our mark on the world, trying ( Read more... )