They come when you're not looking...

When you're alone, and all you want is to be with someone, there is no one there. Now that I'm in a relationship, there are more guys talking to me than ever. I don't mean to make this out to be conceited, but honestly it's the truth. And don't get me wrong, I'm satisfied with what I've got, but sometimes I wish I could pick and choose the parts of each guy I like, and mesh them together.

My heart sank when you told me you broke up with her; my heart sank when you told me you made a mistake in letting me go; my heart sank when you told me you still love me, even though you moved... My heart sinks when you hold me and kiss me and whisper sweet things into my ear.

There's nothing I can do about it now... And I hate that.
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Compassionate hearts seek needy people.

It has always been in my nature to help others before myself, and as you can read in my previous blog, I tend to do just that more than I should. I help people, I enjoy helping people, but who am I to turn to when I need help? I don't mean for this blog to sound depressing. In all actuality, I really just want someone I can tell my stories to. Someone who will listen to me without getting noticeably bored. Whether or not I want to listen to YOUR story is irrelevant. It is my job as your friend to listen to you and give my advice.

Now, do that for me.

I watched Youth in Revolt last night, and I've gotta say... I'm kinda jealous of Sheeni. Let's just leave that statement alone for the moment.

17 days until I go back home. I can't wait.
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Has it gone so far?

Has it really gotten to the point where I care too much about other people, and not enough about myself? I feel like I've lost myself... Where has the old me gone? Time to do some serious soul-searching, my friends.


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Y'know what?

I love my boyfriend SOOOOOOO MUCH.


So, my little shmoo/penguin, this is for you. MERR. ilytbc. c: