A Winner Knows When To Stop

Spreadsheets and "making a living" are getting in the way of my joy. I want to surf, drink coffee and get ripped. I want to meditate, read books and have conversations about tea being the elixir of life. I want to walk barefoot in dense forests and know each flower by name and I mean binomial nomenclature name. I have no interest in sitting in another meeting where we get nothing done and say nothing because people are throwing their weight around. I want to dabble in alchemy. You people are wasting my years, and my patience is so close to zero.

I am so in love with him, and he makes me feel so small. I know I should let go, I'd be so lonely even if he gave me the title. I need romance, I need safety. I need so much more than costume sex, and a couple of hangouts. But, God the hurt of it all. Am I grieving the loss of him? Or, the death of the hopeful girl in me? I know I'll never be the same...but I gotta let go. I gotta let go.

I'm intensely sad and I think it's because of a boy.

Pretend ur invasive self hating thoughts r being said to u by a 13 y/o boy on xbox live trying to get a rise out of you like “Your girlfriend dumped you because you’re ugly” that’s nice tim isn’t it past ur bedtime

Fear has never reaped accomplishment

... And it will bloom for eternity, where the soul never dies

Tracy chapman

Some days are okay. Some days the universe dissects your soul. You know, to see whether you're made of the stuff of staying alive.