Surely I've exceeded expectations...

[jackofallgeeks]

Tired.
I feel kinda sick. Kinda lonley.
Out of it.

I want to write. Create a world. Create characters. Tell there story.
Make something people will find interesting.
Maybe I'm doing that with TheRealWorld. Maybe I'm not.
Maybe I'm leaning too heavily on the shoulders of others, and I should tell a story that it expressly my own, in every respect.
That's not the story I want to tell.
The story I want to tell is the one I'm writing. That one and a thousand others that could branch off of it.

I want there to be a Someone.
I'm impatient, and I don't like waiting.
I'm very afraid thats going to be my downfall again, and again, and again.
I want there to be a someone to curl up next to when the world gets to be too much, when I'm tired of standing up for myself.
I don't like to be alone.

Anyways, I'm going to brush my teeth and try to make myself sleep. Lots to do, lots to do.

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This could be my post.

I feel for you.

~The other side of the coin