If love is something that can't be earned, but is given
then I can't be worthy of it

and I can't be unworthy either.

I'm sick of fighting ( Read more... )

I don't remember the last time I was this depressed ( Read more... )

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I dreamt last night that I was on some sort of train. I was looking for a lover, I was to meet a lover at one of the stops. But I got lost. I ended up with a strange older man in a strange, frightening world. And we couldn't get back. Something happened in a bathroom in the station.. we were in a bathroom in the station. It was dirty and full of ( Read more... )

Stop it stop it stop it stop it stop it.

Hodgkinson believes several factors create a climate for obsessive love. Leisure, because obsessive love almost always coincides with boredom, as stated by Anthropologist Branko Bokun. Feelings of vulnerability and a perceived failure to belong because those who feel they do not have a recognised place in the world (e.g., those who are required to ( Read more... )

I'm so ridiculous. I spend the whole week Tyson's here feeling smothered and wishing I was alone so I can write and then two hours after he leaves I'm almost in tears. I freak out my ex by calling and then hanging up when he asks what's wrong because I'm too embarrassed to say I'm lonely ( Read more... )

I had a long, epic dream last night which kept morphing. But at one point, Siwin and I were in Toronto together. Which was way nicer than that one point where mice were trying to kill me while I tried to burn them alive, and WAY nicer than when I went into a CSI type place and saw all these cut up, mutilated, half-body, dead women with metal arms ( Read more... )

I had a dream about Michael ( Read more... )