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May 11, 2009
Yes, that’s exactly what it feels like: temporary insanity. I am barely recognizable to myself, and I am starting to enjoy it. The hardest part? The hardest part of tying to experience “this” is un-telling myself all of the things that I have been telling myself for so long. [That I had my chance and blew it; that there is not anyone who can make me better than I already am; that I must know what’s next always; that I am my own family forever; that I am too old, too stubborn to fall in love; that nothing can last…]