so yeah me and zo talked and he read my blog so he got more insight to me and i am feeling better. we are still together, techinically until friday... this shit hurts but c'est la vie, i'm the one who did it to myself. Binky Poo is partially right i am losing my resolve a little because i still want to be with him, but i know i need to find my self... to find my life. it will be sad and lonely but i can only hope that he will be there at the end of this new road since he cant be there in the beginning. all i need is time.
ahh time is such a wonderous thing, it makes us older helps us get wiser and can seem to be infinite in our moments of tremendous pain.
"torturing employees is like sending flowers, its best when theres no occasion at all"
you offend me
when you call me
schizophrenic
my divisions
are
infinite
About Me
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- Albuquerque, New Mexico, United States
- Pablo Neruda Sonnet XVII (100 Love Sonnets, 1960) I don't love you as if you were the salt-rose, topaz or arrow of carnations that propagate fire: I love you as certain dark things are loved, secretly, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that doesn't bloom and carries hidden within itself the light of those flowers, and thanks to your love, darkly in my body lives the dense fragrance that rises from the earth. I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where, I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I don't know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep it is your eyes that close "Nothing in the world is the way it ought to be. It's harsh, and cruel, but that's why there's us. It doesn't matter where we come from, or what we've done, or suffered, or even if we make a difference. We live as though the world were as it should be, to show it what it can be." --Angel
