But for whatever reason, for the last few weeks, all my creativity and need for expression is being channelled into the written form. And sometimes I have to force myself to stop.

 I just can't take this anymore.

Saying yes but thinking NO.

I love life. lol

I don't know how someone I have never met or seen in real life can give me such intense butterflies, but there you go.
I have missed this get-to-know-you/kind-of-attracted-to-you phase, and honestly, just from what he's said and from what I've seen so far, I would like to meet him.

This could be something. Watch this space.

(PS Thank you tumblr.)

 Maybe I'm reading into this more than I should, and it's only my 'distorted retina', so to speak, that's made me look back on tonight as really odd.

Maybe it's my left over anger and the fact I haven't been able to address that with you yet.

But tonight felt so empty. We talked, but I felt like we may as well not have. Like there was no substance, that the entire thing was a superficial friendliness.

Maybe you feel differently, but I feel like I may as well have been alone, because even though we were obviously communicating on one level, we weren't connecting at all.


I know you don't think the same as a particular person, I know you can see that I don't go out of my way to hurt people. Because you came close to thinking about doing what they've all done. And you know that I'm just to nice to say no.

Next time, I need to sort this out with you. Because I cannot begin to talk to you as a trusting friend again until you acknowledge you broke that trust, and apologise for it.

 Hey guys, thought I'd let you in on a little secret:

I love tumblr.

I will be located here, where you will find all the funny/awesome/inspiring shit on the net I find, photos I take, quotes I love, hot people and every now and then something more personal.

I would encourage getting one, and forgetting yourself on it. I'm not one to judge, and I would follow you til the ends of the earth.

I want to see what your eyes find delicious, and I'll share what I consider visual porn (not literal porn).

I want to believe you, but you lie so often I just can't. 

After weeks of life being pretty much fine;

the shit just hit the fan.



I can't help myself, you just keep getting me into trouble.