Dreams

October Twenty-Seventh, Twenty-Ten

I wish I could thuroughly convey how I feel. It’s kindofa a demanding need for love, yet a total fear at the same time. No, I don’t fear falling in love. I fear someone falling in love with me.
Yes, it’s a weird thing to fear, I know. No, I haven’t got a reason to fear it, not in the least. I just do.
But, on the other hand, I feel like I need love, like it’s water, and without a hug a day, I’m shriveling up. Which really blows, cause I haven’t gotten a hug today, and everyone else in this small town is asleep… I could simply look out my door to vertify this. As stated- small town. Or villige. Or conglomeration of houses surrounded by cows in northern california. Yea. I like that one.
OMFG. I just went from love to cows. >.< I use that face a lot; in real life more.
My fingers hurt from typing. I burnt myself … yesterday? on the rack in the oven. I had the f’in mitt in one hand, and I grab the rack with the other hand. Be quiet. Don’t go telling me you haven’t done anything remotely similar! Merg. storms off fumeing
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