I <3 Joe!!!
Oh my gosh, Joe and I made the best love ever two nights ago. I thought I would share this. Okay.
And...did you know that (according to one of my psych professors) that kissing is the most intimate sharing of the self? Like even more so than sex. Isn't that weird? Apparently, prostitutes will do anything except for kiss someone on the lips. And so is touching someone's face, which is so true, in a strange way, I realized that I've never touched anyone's face while I was dating them with the exception of Joe. Like I just have to touch Joe's face. Wow, psychology is awesome. And I understand how messed up my family is too and can block these warning signs of abuse which is good...like especially when my sister tells me what my parents would say/do/think even though clearly I am the older one and have more authoritaire over this information. I actually, despite how much I love my sister so so so much, wanted to tell her yesterday that if she was going to play it out as though I had to pick between her and Joe, I would most certainly pick Joe. I'm sick of my family's shit and their better-than-thou-purity-and-omniprescent attitude. I hate them sometimes. Especially on days like today when my uncle picked up my cellphone when I was sleeping. And days like yesterday when my sister told me that my parents worked so hard just so I could throw my life away. And nights like last night when I have never cried so hard in my life because I believed my sister.
and do you have these moments when someone is describing a psychiatric illness to you and you sort of wonder whether or not you have this thing they are talking about. This happens all the time in my psych class. And then you think too much about it which makes you realize that you might be a hypochondriac. And then thinking about that would make you a narcissist as well. And then....it just goes on....until you have pretty much everything.
And...did you know that (according to one of my psych professors) that kissing is the most intimate sharing of the self? Like even more so than sex. Isn't that weird? Apparently, prostitutes will do anything except for kiss someone on the lips. And so is touching someone's face, which is so true, in a strange way, I realized that I've never touched anyone's face while I was dating them with the exception of Joe. Like I just have to touch Joe's face. Wow, psychology is awesome. And I understand how messed up my family is too and can block these warning signs of abuse which is good...like especially when my sister tells me what my parents would say/do/think even though clearly I am the older one and have more authoritaire over this information. I actually, despite how much I love my sister so so so much, wanted to tell her yesterday that if she was going to play it out as though I had to pick between her and Joe, I would most certainly pick Joe. I'm sick of my family's shit and their better-than-thou-purity-and-omniprescent attitude. I hate them sometimes. Especially on days like today when my uncle picked up my cellphone when I was sleeping. And days like yesterday when my sister told me that my parents worked so hard just so I could throw my life away. And nights like last night when I have never cried so hard in my life because I believed my sister.
and do you have these moments when someone is describing a psychiatric illness to you and you sort of wonder whether or not you have this thing they are talking about. This happens all the time in my psych class. And then you think too much about it which makes you realize that you might be a hypochondriac. And then thinking about that would make you a narcissist as well. And then....it just goes on....until you have pretty much everything.