disaster area

Right now, I wish this could be my diary, my story. But this past week I have throttled into the paranoia of jinx. By that, I mean if I am to explain to people, or merely type the upside of anything going on that it will take on my usual luck and turn to a piece of unicorn shit. So I'm stuck, you know? In telling you everything or nothing at all. I am the happiest and most terrified I've been in a very long time, so let me pace myself. But on the awful side of things, school starts again Monday. Also, I came to concrete realization about myself. It's sad, really. I'd rather be afraid of a man than afraid of losing him.

Just Visiting

"You ever meet someone and just feel like, less alone in the universe?"

"Yes"

"I feel like I've been wasting my time on every other girl". That was it. There were so many different levels of serenity that had me, but that one I'll remember. It's the point in time when you realize what actually fucking matters. Where you separate the bullshit from the unbreakable smile currently residing on your face. It just happens, or it doesn't. This is the moment where I don't see how it can't.