So I finally told you how I really feel about you yesterday. We had been talking for a few days about how we felt about each other, but I finally said it outright. I told you that I loved you. That I was /in/ love with you. That I wanted to be with you. Because I had feeling these things for so long and I was sick of harboring it and in my stupid head, I thought that telling you would be a good...

It all started last week. It was a Tuesday. We had spent the evening together, laughing, talking, chasing trains that would never come. It was perfect. I couldn't have imagined a better time with you. And then night fell and we curled into bed, watching countless episodes of Gossip Girl and Skins. We were so.close. I was curled into your side, your arm around me, your fingers tangled in my hair....

So, about a week ago I posted a new blog entry (which they deleted because it was under 200 words...stupid) saying that I was back. I had never really gotten started in the first place. My friend was a huge fan of Mibba and wanted me to check it out. I did, and posted a few things, but never really got into it. Well lately I've been thinking about creating a new tumblr where I could just post and...

It's so frustrating that I cannot write no matter how much I want to. I figure that an aspiring author should be writing nonstop, writing constantly, always working on some project or another. But I cannot write anything. Nothing. I try and I try to write a story or a poem or just a blog post and nothing comes out. And if something emerges, it's bound to be a load of shit. It's just so frustrating...