..you put my heart back in my hand, and wipe it clean.
It becomes harder and harder to blog on WordPress. Soon I will have to find a client to help me with that.
Going back through this blog is nothing like going through my MySpace blog. Not even my LiveJournal. It lacks the passion and interest the other two have. Perhaps because it will never be as private as LJ, but who am I kidding? MySpace? That’s so secure.
In time, I am sure I will gain more interest for this blog, as has actually been the case lately.
Today I had my writing critiqued, albeit lightly, as it could have been much more harsh. I feel my arrogance slipping (towards my writing) through my fingers like sand. Perhaps its for the best, but my mind tells me otherwise.
You’re so easy to read, but the book is boring me
In contradiction to my previous actual post, I find that I still indeed think about you, and maybe my diminishing feelings aren’t so diminished after all. I do fear its just jealously, and somewhat baffling. I just thought maybe you could be the one that would finally reciprocate. Oh, how very wrong I was.
In fact, I don’t even want a relationship anymore, knowing what I know. Knowing how it would end. That must be it – subconsciously, I want nothing.
Someone once told me that if you have no faith in God, then you will find things to fill that void.
You used to fill that void – so, following in the footsteps of the infamous prose: you were in a way, my God.
I will find my place in time, I’m sure.