In a very narcissistic way, I love rereading the pieces I've written in the past- especially if I haven't done it for a while.  It's like admiring a piece of art, or running your hands over a sculpture or ceramic piece that you slaved over and had turned out especially well.  You forget that you had created it, and when you discover it again, its ( Read more... )

I guess there's no helping who you're going to be sometimes.  You can direct somewhat what you end up enjoying, but in the end, it's hard to deny where you fit into the puzzle of the world.  Sometimes I wish I were less directed-- more of a free spirit and less like an arrow tied to a destination.  Sometimes I wish that I could just wander the ( Read more... )

 Sometimes I feel that I love him so much that it scares me.  I know that I'm leaving myself wide open to be hurt by him, but between a strange mix of trusting that he won't hurt me and almost not caring if he does, I've left my heart an open door to him ( Read more... )

There's something unique and even a little bit fun about being crazy.  Not all the time, but once in a while, I wouldn't give this up for the world.  It makes me a little bit special, a little bit different from everybody else.  The label frees me from having to try too hard to be normal; I know there's something wrong, so there's no reason to mask ( Read more... )

Because I had to let you know and you're not online... I am leaving a note here for you ( Read more... )

It's at this point again.  I can't see inside his head; I have no idea what he's thinking.  According to me, he's not satisfied anymore.  According to me, I'm not getting what I somehow feel that I NEED from this relationship ( Read more... )

Should a struggle with depression be kept quiet?  Is this a silent personal struggle, between man or women and his or her psyche?  Or is it something that should be shared?  Perhaps all struggles are to be kept to oneself ( Read more... )

He, being the oldest person I've ever dated (not in terms of how much older he is than me, but the oldest at the time I am dating him), is more concerned than anybody about the future.  Given that our futures will be set out very concretely sooner than we expect, we talk about this subject to no end ( Read more... )

I'm used to relationships that take work.  I'm used to relationships that hurt and fill me with angsty-ness and the desire to let my pent up emotions spill out on LJ.  Andrew, because it was so... weird; because it was so sudden and I had just been in a relationship with somebody else for years.  And then, it was Andrew because we were so far away ( Read more... )

Why in the world would you be afraid that I'd get bored of you?  You are the hottest guy I've ever dated, the most ridiculous, the one that can keep me smiling and laughing despite the fact that we're both about to do amazingly awfully on our finals ( Read more... )