I hate titles. I always try to come up with something catchy or witty, but it's always so blah. No more, I think. In my journal, I stopped putting dates on each entry because, at the moment that I decided, I felt that time was of little to no importance to me. I feel the same about titles today.
I'm confused about where I want my relationship to go. Extensive talking and explaining today with Fan4 led me to more thinking. It's all I really think about anymore, but they gave me more angles to view. I'm just confused still. When I'm with other people, looking in, I really just don't give a shit what happens because I just stop caring or something, but when I'm with him it's like I go completely insane trying to keep the threads left of our relationship holding together. I just wish we could talk like civilized people. It's hard when you're crazy for someone; you hear one thing you don't like and it's like a tsunami hits. I'm such a hysterical girl.
I run out of gas too quickly when writing. I feel like I never finish all of my thoughts, mainly because I just get tired of thinking halfway through. I don't know where it came from, but I feel like I have a lot to say. It's just never the right time.