The Importance of Being Ernest
Going Wild(e)

It is not in my nature to love.
I am innately misanthropic.
But I do anyway, or at least I try.

But there's a limit to what I can handle.

"I'm not made of brick,
I'm not made of stone"

And
I'm sorry I'm not perfect.
I'm sorry that you all aren't either.

But what bothers me. Seriously bothers me.
Is how sometimes the self is lost to the others.
That it's lost in fear of reproach, of losing.

And what bothers me, seriously bothers me.
Is that respect is lost.

Things don't have to be this way you know.
There are a million and one other alternatives to our current lifestyle.

It's not a right.

Well I bleed and I bruise
oh but what's it to you?
I'm only human on the inside.

Weeeaaak
~Jeff

Bingo.

I feel myself falling into neediness.
I'm consiously looking for that little comfortable place to be me.
And I know that search should have ended ages ago with a little black book.
But now it's moving out into the streets,
The rooms
and the conversations.

Not good.

"I crash and I burn maybe some day I'll learn..."

Till then, I'll just keep reminding myself of the consequences of getting what I want.

Beautiful You.

I love reading your blog because it is an extension of you.
I love hearing the words off the screen as if you were right next to me.
And I live that little part of your life next to you.
And it reminds me that you're still there.

And of how much I love you.
It's come a long way since the class room days and green pinafores.

Hannah? will you hold my hand?
Gladly.

Flowers for....
Me?

Generally I hate flowers.
But for you kor, I'm making an exception.

They're virtual anyway.

And I love them...
They mean a lot to me

Thank you Kor...