I want what I see.

I want to be held like you are.

I want to share in what you have,
but for myself and in my own way.

I want it my way.

I want to be cherished for who I am.

I want to be loved.

I want not to be afraid.

I want to not push people away.

Learning to live is
learning to let go

And before anyone says anything, I'm not talking about myself in the subject-

I'm talking about the day-

But today I feel I look all right-

And today I feel I accomplished something-

...

~If I say you sucked my brain out,

~the English translation is that,

~I love you.

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Fear is an interesting phenomena. It makes people do the strangest things. I understand how it can become so encompassing that if feels like it's squeezing the very breath out of you. I do not think it's possible to live life truly without it, because to live without, is purely that-to be without. To be without the tough decisions, to be without ( Read more... )

Life is something that has to be lived and not talked about ( Read more... )

Damn, it's been awhile. I guess I can start off by making the normal excuses of RL getting in the way. And some of that is true, but perhaps deeper yet I didn't know what to say or how to say it. I have all these thoughts and feelings floating and I continue to chide myself for forgetting to write them down. I need to start bringing my journal with ( Read more... )

Seclusion ( Read more... )

Wow it's been a while, but that really doesn't surprise me all that much. I have a tendency to let these types of the things fall by the wayside and actually that was the main reason for my inital hesistation, but oh well and I don't know what made me think about writing in it today. I'm looking to get involved with some of the communities around ( Read more... )

It's really quite unfortunate to find yourself constantly stuck in one place with not a clue on what to do. You want a particular outcome but when you don't get it or I suppose when you finally realize that it's truly never going to happen-you pout and get depressed... Hmmm ( Read more... )

I feel a hole, but I don't know how to fill it. And unfortunately I'm going to put a disclaimer after the statement saying I'm being serious, not perverted.. It's actually a bit depressing, because I want contentment like other people seem to have, but I don't know what's different for me. And the absolute worst part is I don't know how to fix it. ( Read more... )