January 2012
50 posts
My life is complete.
My comparative politics professor reads, and loves, my work. He said I’m going to go far in the world of political journalism. I think it was the best compliment I’ve received all week, maybe all month. To know there are individuals out there who look forward to reading my work is flattering. All those years spent lost without a purpose are finally ending. I know I’ve always been...
I don’t want to have a relationship with you. I want a friend. A real friend. I want someone to make me feel like I’m important. I want someone to cuddle with and tell me I’m going to be okay. I want someone to hang out with, to watch movies with, to be goofy with. I want someone to kiss, to be affectionate with. I don’t want a boyfriend, a relationship, I don’t want...
Come on babe, why don't we paint the town?
We’ll paint it orange and red and black and blue. I’ll write up every memory I ever shared with you, and then tonight, we’ll run away from this whole life. Come with me, I’ll do what it takes. I promise that it will be alright.
Let's be honest here, you have never had even the...
I want my emotions to slip away. I want to see my skin break, see the blood pour onto my pale, tattered skin. I want to trade the emotional pain for the physical. I want to be in control of my pain. I want to feel whole again. I don’t want to rely on anyone else for my happiness. I don’t want people to think I’m weak. I don’t want anyone to look at me and think lower of me...
I feel hopeless.
I feel like all the independence I though I had was lost to that relationship. That now, even when it’s over, I still want someone to cuddle with, someone to reassure me. You fucked me up by making me fall in love with you, and for that, you will never be forgiven. I’m trying to move on, but I think I need to make sure I can manage being independent and single before I can get close to...
Black Keys and Article Monkeys concert in May with...
It's over and I'm oddly okay with that.
I have the strangest urge to watch The Quiet.
You really are a good guy, aren't you?
I'm dreading this weekend.
Or at least Friday. Saturday should be quite fantastic. (:
I really enjoy talking to you, yet I don't know...
Oh, wait. That’s right. It’s because you enjoy my sense of humor, you like my sarcasm and you’re a fantastic guy. Plus, you give amazing advice and you still think I’m an okay individual even after I’ve unloaded my problems on you.
And here I am, thinking about you more than my...
What’s wrong with me?
I don't want to be tied down, but I crave...
I’m a mess of contradictions. Could someone please fix me?
It isn't healthy.
Love is special, I know. But I have trouble believing it’s worth changing my plans, my career. And I know you say that you’re willing to compromise, willing to change your life for me, but that’s not okay, that’s not acceptable. If you change your life for me, you’ll learn to resent me. Maybe instead of trying to make each other fit perfectly into out lives, we should...
No more specialization, no more focus.
I need to write and create for myself, no one else. We’ll see where this takes us, but for now I’m content with running this blog simply with the intent to better myself. I’ve been going through a sort of identity crisis over the past few months and I need a new outlet to release myself from the constraints of society, from the people around me. Hopefully, someday, I can look...
I'm the worst kind of person.