sometimes i feel really bad about being who i am.

"i love you"

"kay"

it's a crippling thing not to be able to fall in love..but rather just accept it as if it
were another scheduled event in life. it's just another thing. chose love or chose nothing. chose conformity or chose death. i fell out of love for good in highschool..when the last of my dreams of something "greater" came to a complete hault. love and committment.. ba humbug.. trust and companionship, sincerity and devotion.. those are much more realistic and acceptable terms for me.

whisper not that love is your life
but life is your love...

or

in living we find suffering in daily chorse of wretched course
so in wait for some end to the trivial passings of our times
you can find a friend or you can go alone.
that's life and its morbid sense of companionship.