Well… Um…

I was going to write an entry, but I quickly came to realize that I don’t have very much to say. I guess I will leave off with a note that I left for one of my favorite ODers: (He asked why I’ve been writing so much poetry as of late)

Because my life is in mental shambles and I am trying to um… "re-hone" something that used to bring me joy… all in all, it just reminds me of an ex-lover who turned me onto my originally style, filling my being with more memories of failure and wasted time.
I have feelings for someone that I really have no chance with (feels like high school). And literally, someone I’ve never met. It tugs at the heart… but the fact that she is around and cares back often is the only thing getting through my day.
If I didn’t have this OD i would probably be a sorry state of a human, more-so then I am now. It is comforting knowing that there are total strangers that understand and want to understand you… even if no one that is tangible actually does. Sad, but true.

…Think about it… 😉