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I don't really like to blog. Or keep any kind of journal, for that matter. I've never done anything like this before...share myself. But I'm thinking this might be a good way to release some pent up emotion. There are some things better left unsaid, and I'm going to say them anyway. Where do you even start with a blog? Jump right in, unveiling all my innermost secrets? Nah. Lets start with something a little more vague.


My boyfriend tells me I have separation anxiety. This is pretty much true. How am I supposed to deal with something like that? He tells me that when I hear him move, I seem to jump right into whatever it is he is trying to accomplish and make absolutely certain that he is unable to finish his task without paying me some attention first. I guess I must be kind of needy that way. Oh well. Though, I'm quite aware that I'm doing it, actually. I like to be the center of attention. What can I say? Ima a cuddler all the way. In any event, he should be flattered that I want to dote attention on him.


I'm still looking for a job. Hopefully something related to a passion of mine, like art or aviation. I'm currently employed for the Holidays part time, but still would like to find work elsewhere. I, though most prolly won't believe it, would ideally like to be kept busy most of the time. I would like to be able to get up early for work in the morning, maybe a second job in the afternoon just to mix it up, come home and work on my aesthetic projects, and end the night nessled up to my luhvbug and watch the tube. There would most likely be some playing facebook in there, and texting also. Psh.

I think everyone has experienced that totally alone feeling in a totally crowded room? That's how I feel now whenever I visit my hometown. Completely unwelcome. You become aware of everyone giving you the staredown and wishing you would be wiped off the face of the Earth. It's such a horrible, icky feeling. And it doesn't go away. In fact, it worsens with time, and feels worse the more you contemplate the situation. Then, you realize your personal happiness is so much more important than all the dirty looks, and is really all you should be concerned with. Your happiness. People just need to get the bloody hell over it. We are all capable of making our own decisions, and just because you do not approve doesn't mean that I'm going to sacrifice my own happiness.

That will be all for now, as I am currently out of thoughts.