I write you poems in the shower door steam.

Do you do this on purpose or are you really that oblivious?

"When you hurt people, they begin to love you less. That's what careless words do. They make people love you a little less."

You should watch your mouth.

I've got 3 years of higher learning to help me understand communication differences. Unfortunately, that doesn't make this any easier.

"What do I have to do to get you on my side?"

Try, try again. I need a new hobby, this one is losing its charm.

return to sender

Things change with age. I've been thinking a lot lately about the evolution of my reactions to situations in my life. 23 has been a good year for me. I finally feel like I'm getting to know myself.

That saying about girls and boys and sex and love couldn't be more true. I've always been a giver. I admire people who aren't afraid to say what they're feeling, who are brave enough to ask for what they need. The waiting game is one that we'll never win. I'm a product of fairy tales and the womens' movement. I want the best of both worlds and I feel guilt from both sides.

Let's hide out under the covers. Everything matters less with my face against your neck.

I am not afraid of what it takes to glue you to my side.

These days are strange. Reflection. Rumination. Do you ever wonder what you would do with your time if you DID figure it all out?

You win some and you lose some. What do you want? I don't want to choose anymore. Door number 1 or number 2? The lady or the tiger? I always pick the closet, but hope that we can live there happily ever after.

That feeling that will not be named has me on the defensive. I'm painting you as the villain, but the allowance for the intelligence and foresight that this fictitious plot would require is granted begrudgingly. I've been known to fight dirty.


I like the way this makes my head feel.

I don't understand the attraction. They've both got high hopes for better versions of each other that are never going to come. People who think they're always right can't find room for improvement.

shut-eye

This weekend was amazing, I'm ashamed that I let the actions of a few overshadow all of the fun that was had.

To you: Thank you for helping me forget it for a few hours.

Sometimes I get tired of pretending like nothing bothers me. I deserve a better class of friends and I think it's time I started looking for them.