An actual blog of the feelings that I hide from my other blog.
I think about me all day.
A kind of light spread out from her. And everything changed color. And the world opened out. And a day was good to awaken to. And there were no limits to anything. And the people of the world were good and handsome. And I was not afraid any more.
John Steinbeck, East of Eden (via thatkindofwoman)
You motherf!:@&$g excuse for a lover.
I avoid writing about my loneliness.