Lines to the Middle of Nowhere.

I'm falling again. I know I don't love you I love what you were. That thing that you were is what I want right now. My head is spinning, vomit perhaps? That empty feeling is back. I wonder what life would be like if people read my blog. The person I study with was writing on the sidewalk Something about fetuses. It made me like him less. I am so god awfully sick of everything. I'd like to fall asleep in the snow. or do something really silly and life threatening. I miss writing. I miss writing well.

I had an amazing dream last night. Preface: One of the people that I have the BIGGEST crush on in the world is my body modification artist, Eric Wolff. He's pretty much the most adorable person I've ever met. He's also in a relationship with one of the most breathtakingly beautiful women I've ever met. Her name is, ironically, Chelsea. They're the crazy mod couple in Kansas City. I love them both dearly and I secretly wish I could get into both of their pants. /preface Dream: The dream begins with me going to Chelsea and Eric's house. I walk in, like we're all best friends and hang out for a while. Eric and I decide to go out to eat, kid of on a date I think. We end up at a restaurant with a really strange selection of tables. Some are triangles others are wavy half circle type things, and some are just... nameless shapes. We chose a wavy half circle and it's really awkward to sit at. We giggle and try and move around, he requests a different chair becau...

Why am I so unbelievably good at procrastinating? School is out in two weeks, all of my assignments need to be handed in within the end of this week and I'm still just sitting here typing into this text formatting box. My heart aches for Colorado. I am having a hard time accepting that I am homesick for a place I have yet to call home. I'm ready for my life to change, my degree to be hidden safely in my parent's filing cabinet and a future to look forward to. I've recently been finding myself becoming uncontrollably horny around attractive women. Every inch of me just wants to overtake them, devour them with gentle and demanding lips. Control them with the promises of love and good sex. I am lost in my own world. WIshing I were out, or even gay... I hate being in the middle. Why do I feel like being bisexual is so shameful? Oh, wait, it's that concept that I "can't choose" or I'm "greedy" riiiight... because I want to be this way. I want ...