It's 11:52pm MST, and I need to post something today.
It'll just have to be another post filled with random lines.
Not everything has to add up.
Right?
It seems like nothing is adding up in my brain lately anyway.
Besides... It could be a little phase, these random lines.
All adding up to a bigger picture.
I'm leaving them all unedited too.
Kind of raw.
Each thought goes straight through my fingers and onto the blog.
No filter, no fluff, no making the words prettier.
What do you think?
Work is currently frustrating.
Other than a few of my coworkers, I love them.
I'm still keeping my fingers crossed for this other job.
Shhhhhhhhhh....
I'm as good as hired someone there said.
He also said I have his word on it.
AND he can't wait to work with me.
I.
Am.
So.
Excited.
Hopeful too.
I really hope it all works out.
How can people hurt little children?
Especially their own child?
That four year old that was missing was murdered by his stepdad.
While his own mother watched and did nothing.
I can't even fathom it.
The world is a horribly messed up place.
It makes my heart hurt.
I used to think myself incapable of hate.
Tom told me that meant I was also incapable of really loving.
I have to give him this... It makes sense now.
I let myself hate him.
Hating him opened me up to hating more people
I hate Tom.
I hate Amber.
I hate [womanizer]. (More though, I feel very sorry for him)
I hate this girl in my class who can't keep her mouth shut.
But Tom was right about one thing.
Allowing myself to feel an emotion as strong as hate helps the love.
The people I love, I love much more fiercely now.
I love them so much in fact, it makes my heart hurt.
It feels like it'll burst.
A million tiny pieces flying everywhere.
Drenched with the love I feel for my friends and family.
And all of you.
Talked to my roommate about relationships.
They're so messy.
I'm such a cynic when it comes to love lately.
Kristina is proud that I'm a love pessimist.
She said "Optimist Angie got her heart broken a lot."
I said "But Optimist Angie got laid too."
We both laughed.
Truth is, I have chosen to be celibate.
Going on 6 months now, with no sex and no dating.
I think I'm ready to start dating again.
But not sex.
How weird is that coming from me?
I think I'm afraid of sex.
I think I still feel a little broken.
I feel so fragile.
Like a vase held together with Scotch tape.
Having sex might just shatter me.
The Pothead and [womanizer] broke me.
Correction: I let them break me.
I am piecing myself back together now.
Stronger than ever.
But it takes time.
Besides, I want to be loved for me.
If the guy is right, he'll wait for sex to be right,
Right?
I figure it'll feel right again when it actually is right.
It'll all start falling into place when I meet the right person.
Someone who doesn't want to take a hammer to this vase.
Someone who will cherish it.
And maybe put flowers in it.
Flowers never hurt...
(Pic from Photobucket)