Sometimes we ask questions when we dont really want the honest answers.

You shouldnt give answers without considering who and where the questions is coming from...

You shouldnt rehearse arguments, they never are in accordance with reality.

I am entirely unhappy.

Why, oh why has he been on my mind like this lately? I dont want to reminisce. I dont want to think. I want to lose myself in my happiness (does it really exist?) I want to forget that i really am the person who gets in my way. I want to forget that i have bruises that live just underneath the surface. I want to forget to cry at songs that talk ( Read more... )

Somehow i am still sick. Insanely busy these days. Probably why i am still sick. hah. Andrew and i are doing very well. Happy and all that good stuff. i have my thoughts/doubts/worries/concerns. . .but the happiness outweighs it i suppose ( Read more... )

There are moments, and yes they are few and far between, but yet they exist, where i feel an unwelcome/unfamiliar emptiness. At these moments my mind drifts to Patrick...or more specifically to intimacy. To the feeling that can only exist when you are with the person who knows you best. I wouldnt have to explain myself to him right now...he would ( Read more... )

I am producing Andrew's play Atrophy, I am working 50 hours a week, i am taking a class, I am paying my bills, I am begining a relationship, I am trying to not lose my mind and who i am through any of this ( Read more... )

...smiling still ( Read more... )

1- I really really dislike people who make themselves martyrs. I really dont like people who allow themselves to be a victim. I really dont like people putting their emotions off on me..."let me be sad"-i shouldnt have to. If it is genuine then it isnt a problem. If i crack a joke, and you laugh, i am not going to be sorry. This whole thing is so ( Read more... )

after several days in florida there is a refreshed smile on my face. i wish there was more to say about my vacation-but really it was spent deep in conversation. I want to move there-it was lovely.

My life couldnt possibly be any more wonderful...

or any busier.

=)

Seriously dont read this unless you want to throw up. ok? ok ( Read more... )

I met Bubba in tenth grade. He was this dirty, goat-tee'd, punk-rocker. He read every book he could get his hands on. He was deeply in love with a girl named Margot, he hooked me up with Patrick. We hung out every weekend. Weekday. Grew very close ( Read more... )