Pardon the language. But I can't believe what I am doing. I belong in a freaking soap opera, some teenage high-school drama.
I am in love with the wrong person and it's driving me crazy. But what can I do?
Listen to Fiona Apple. Read the Illustrated Man by Ray Bradubury. Even if it makes me anxious and panicky, because it's beautiful and that's what matters. Keep up with my fellow bloggers because I love you so much. Breathe in. Breathe out.
I am confused and scared and lost and hurt. I don't know where I am and I don't know where to go. I am like a child in a supermarket but the aisles contain only the weapons with which I will hurt him. And I am scared as I slip one into my pocket, unnoticed, and leave.
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