And it grows, and it grows, and it grows.
I think about you all the time in a way that makes my mind run loose with sappy song lyrics and quotes from poems that I stored in the back of my mind for someone like you, someone who meant to me what you do.
Lately I don't read much, or write much, or paint much at all and it's killing me a little. I wish I had the time and energy to devote to such things but my attention span gets shorter and shorter with each passing day; I can't focus on any of those things for a long enough period of time to make or intake anything of quality. I want to do what I usually do when it gets like this - decline social invites, stay home, take time alone, but I'm starting to feel like I can't anymore because now there are people who get offended when I don't want to hang out, especially when I don't really have a better reason than "I just want to be alone".
Also, two thoughts: one, is it just me or does Tila Tequila seriously ask way too much of her "contestants" without ever giving very much in return that doesn't involve being totally slutty?; and two, did New Kids on the Block just not get the memo that boy bands went out in 1999? I really can't stand their new song.