sophia jane
Decked Out
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Does it really have to be the first day to school?
*grumble*
Yes. But hey, the kids are dressed with time to spare.
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Does it really have to be the first day to school?
*grumble*
Well. That was unpleasant. Just the sort of smack in the self confidence that I needed.
More and more that life I used to lead, where I had nothing whatsoever to do with humanity, is looking more and more welcoming.
Christ. I hurt!

*poster, handout and speech almost done!!*
I have been uber productive this weekend![]()
Well. That was unpleasant. Just the sort of smack in the self confidence that I needed.
More and more that life I used to lead, where I had nothing whatsoever to do with humanity, is looking more and more welcoming.

I wish I couldn't.
Thanks carson.
The simple fact of the matter is I can no more succeed at love than I can play front four in an NFL defensive line. I don't have what it takes. And trying only means I get hurt, badly.
Such a naughty boy. I love it (and you)!![]()
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The simple fact of the matter is I can no more succeed at love than I can play front four in an NFL defensive line. I don't have what it takes. And trying only means I get hurt, badly.
The simple fact of the matter is that you can't succeed without trying.
As Michael Jordan said, "You miss 100% of the shots you don't take."
Rob, you didn't stretch these muscles in your pysche and personality for many, many years. Now that you are exercising again, you have soreness.
The sounds of the waves crashing against the rocks have the ability to make me feel both powerful and vulnerable at the same
time.
Still, I want to stay here forever feeling the lulling, gentle rhythmic rocking. Soothing and tranquil. Until the winds change and the storm begins.
I want to stay, still.

I love that, Vana
But the best for me is when the storm breaks. The wind is howling and the rain bites into your face. The spray from the sea slashes upon the rocks and nature itself is giving you a warning. I am here and always will be. I love to stand there on the rocky shore in defiance. Silently expressing the fact that I may only be here for a short while, but even the wind and the rain cannot move me from this place. I am here in spite of all the damage done. And I will be here until the storm is over and the sun breaks through and all is quiet again. And only then will I be swept away.
When you can't tell the difference between the raindrops and your tears. And you can scream as loud as you need to, because the sounds from the storm are louder.

Am having a medical procedure done tomorrow. It's fairly minor, but of course, I still worry about it because I worry about everything.

Yours too.My therapist suspects I may be bipolar. She's sending me to my doctor to talk about all my symptoms (periodic chronic pain, periodic lack of libido) to see if there isn't some other physical cause.

The sounds of the waves crashing against the rocks have the ability to make me feel both powerful and vulnerable at the same
time.
Still, I want to stay here forever feeling the lulling, gentle rhythmic rocking. Soothing and tranquil. Until the winds change and the storm begins.
I want to stay, still.