hoosakitty

I’ve spent the last week reflecting…a deep introspection that seems to have left me with no solutions. Love is my problem, that is certain. I am a slave to it. What is right pales in comparison to what I feel. But this is a love without hope…without resolution…without the fairy tale ending all romantics live for. No amount of sleep, tears, or whiskey is changing anything. I imagine if I wait long enough…stay strong long enough…that bitterness will seep in and solve everything for me.
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This was not intended to be a blog, rather an entry on my own profile seen only by my friends....but the word count was too long, and i choose not to edit it, fearing that any change will lessen its meaning. So it is left to fate as to who will read it:

i've come to realize that metamorphosis is not necessarily a good thing. Generally, my attitude towards it has been positive, assuming that the changing of one's self is a betterment....the caterpillar emerging into a new and beautiful ...