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September 12, 2006
When I feel this way, so distant from the world, but still craving for the tenderness it sometimes distills, I am at a loss. I want to love, but I don't know what love is, all I know is sarcasm, the art of masking my thoughts from everybody including myself. I punish myself, binge and induce food comas instead of feeling comfortable. I once heard that love is the excuse some women use to justify sexual urges. What you are feeling may be a physical attraction of unprecedented intensity. Don't say love lightly. You said it yourself, you are clueless&