Another moment when I feel that writing here is a good idea, but this space has become a lot less private, much like myself. My mind has been blank for the past months and I don't think that I will change that anytime in the near future. This makes conversations hard- I can't connect to anything, so nothing seems interesting or worth hearing. I push myself to keep myself open- to not be closed to feelings and closure, to stop myself from destroying friendships. The more I talk to people, I feel, the more aggressive I become, it's like there's some dark fucked up psycho bitch inside of me. Starting to understand the meaning of the phrase "fighting your own demons". I wonder who'll win...
Nonetheless, seeing someone special today and talking to her and coming home, knowing that she's there makes me feel increadibly happy! Something real :D