Let's start at the beginning, then, because I think I have figured this out (to a degree).

What I need is to be loved.  I need to care, and I need to be cared about in return.  I've got feelings, emotions, and what have you that I don't quite know what to do with, and it's more than a possibility that those feelings and emotions are best expressed ( Read more... )

It's never been a problem for me to put pen on paper.  Thoughts, and eventually words, roll out much in the same way tears do, coming easier and faster when I'm hurt or severely bummed out.  And now, here I sit with more thoughts than I know what to do with.  Their numbers are so great as they float about inside my head that I don't know which ones ( Read more... )

...and when I meet her, she will shine like the sun on a cloudy goddamn day.

As of now, it's 2.21 am, and I've got Rockstar coursing through my veins.  Sleep looks to be on the far horizon.

I think I'm at a major point in my life.  Well, at least I'm at a major point in a major point.  I mean, let's consider this: Life is simply a series of major defining moments, each one the sum of several smaller (but no less ( Read more... )