You know, I went through much of what you did ( Read more... )

11 more days stuck here.

0 more days with Ryan.
Less than a month with Steven.
Less than a month with Deb.

Trying to find someone to be friends with next year.
Failing.
Busying myself with an absurd amount of school work next year.
Claiming a dark room mine.

Missing you already.
Maybe we'll all fall in love again.

I understand how once someone finds meaning in his life he can overcome and potentially actualize, but I have found great meaning in my prime source of suffering (not saying what- but I have painstakingly admitted it to myself) and still am unable to actualize and want to press on. Perhaps I have to make the meaning unquestionably real, but I fear ( Read more... )

“I tend to projectile vomit during sex. Though it may have something to do with the other person.”

Sufficient ranting is impossible anywhere else, and I am too lazy to make a website ( Read more... )