be okay with expressing how I feel

Saturday night = expression overload.

Good, bad and awkward. hellz yes.

Last night I expressed. Loudly. Angrily. But coherently.

Shame the person I was expressing too was a little too out of his fucking brain to comprehend.

Never fear, today I will be expressing all over again.

Last night was expression overkill. I’ll be happy if I’m not that expressive for a looooooooong time.

Monday night was the first night I really did this with Josh. It was pretty much awesome. Well, the circumstances were god awful, but the entire experience was definitely a positive one. It’s good to know that even if I can’t bring myself to express how I feel all the time, that at least I can do it when and where it matters and with someone so important to me. yay.