I don't even want to think about what I just did to myself... Today I let the most unhealthy thing back into my life. I gave it a big wide open door and said 'come on in.' I even passed it a beer from the fridge and said turned on the TV to keep it comfortable. I sometimes think I need help form my self destruction.
Even so, I love my life. I love my friends. I love talking in caps lock to random people, and giggling with others.
I met someone semi-recently who is literally my polar opposite. He's got a mohawk. Leather jacket. Chains. And he's schizophrenic. Even so, he is seriously one of the most amazing people I've ever met. He's so easy to talk to, and I just really adore him. How do I take the next step? Oh why can't you respond, blogspot? WHY CAN'T YOU RESPOND!? I don't think I use blogspot the way it's intended, by the way. Just saying. It's more of a journal that's open for anybody to read then a blog. Whatever. I am good with that if you are.
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