Here is a poem I wrote about a month ago ( Read more... )

Long ago, before my amazingly successful relationship with my current signifigant other, there was my ex. For confidentiallity, we'll call him Felix ( Read more... )

I am constantly bombarded by the things I should be doing, but tempted by the things I want to do. My room has no resemblance of anything orderly, yet I move around the mountain of clothes on my bed so I can escape the world on my laptop. I go to do laundry but put the clothes down in favor of watching a movie. Then, next thing I know...there's ( Read more... )

I am here at last.

I'm sure you'll love me.