I feel like I need to say something, yet not knowing how to approach telling this feeling to another person, when I don't even know if it is in anyway reciprocated or makes any sense at all. I am scared because I feel that I want to say something and its going to be the wrong thing, or I will get laughed at, possibly being made fun of on the other end of the screen. I am willing to face that rejection if the case may be. It's just open to so much doubt and interpretation or just out right 'no thanks'. I guess I would deserve that, wouldn't I? I had a chance to take, and I played it off, a while ago, probably almost about a year ago
I have a leather jacket addiction, so it seems. Maybe it's not that bad. More unbranded than Lewis Leathers. I am constantly feeling stuck in between redneck piece of white trash and upper east side, Manhattan style wanting of luxury...does this Versace go well with mud and 5th wheel grease?
I am a mystery to myself, the levels vary ever so often...maybe I'm too wordy and think too much about very small details that mean nothing. In the outer world anyway, human interaction. However, paper, pencil, and ink are a different world altogether, which in being this way has helped me. Being able to see the small details, and reall
"This will permanently delete the conversation history"
I stared at this prompt way too long this morning and finally decided to hit delete, realizing it was all nothing and should never have occupied so much of my emotional energy. Yet this has still been a vampire, to hit me when I am weak and wondering.
I thought I could make a fiction out of reality, but to go back in my mind and dig out all the little details to make an interesting story has been too much, and I can't do it. I do understand that aspect of it now, how hard it is to go back and make a story out of pain, and it is ever so easy to make up creatures and mo