and it fell through the floor. i’m amazed at how much i loved him and how much i still continue to appreciate my unreciprocated love for him. i just seem to find comfort in the fact that i CAN love and that when i do love it becomes such a big part of me that without it i wouldn’t even be a worthy person. if i had never loved him so much so that it beat me to a bleeding pulp i wouldn’t know anything about anything. at least i can say that much..i got knocked the hell down and i’m still here sitting around craving for more love to come out of nowhere and bite me in the ass. sounds absolutely masochistic. but it’s not. it’s actually quite lovely.
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I figured it’d keep things exciting…plus i’ll always be looking to discover something worth taking pictures of which, in itself, is just another way to get me to tackle life with an open mind.
i’m actually doing it…but it’s a little tougher than expected. actually, no, i expected it to be tough. hopefully when i finally make the connection he won’t tell me to “GTFO” as the internet-bound like to say. maybe he’ll love me and we’ll go to lunch, on him of course.
I’ve already pierced my belly button and there’s nothing else I really want to do except maybe more ear piercings….I feel like an industrial is pretty cool except a lot of people online say it hurts pretty bad and sucks because it’s sore for a long time after. I really want to do it though and I’m trying to talk myself into it even though reviews are discouraging. I figure if I could deal with the needle for my belly ring I could deal with the cartilage right?
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