Long Talks.

You ever feel like you need to just run up to some place and tell someone something?

Like your best friend or the person that really just care and understands the most?

What if you can't tell them? Who do you tell?
You tell yourself these things. In these writings. Just to get it off your chest. Because when you tell someone something you hope for a response. Some advice and a second option. But at least when we all write things down here, we can relive them in our heads and try to make our decisions over again. Without being in the same positions but standing outside ourselves and seeing things differently.
So sometimes these small writings and journals can be our best friends. The person we can always talk to and count on.

I think it's how I need to see it. Because in all honesty. I don't have anyone else. I have some close friends, but they have their own lives and I really don't see them enough or tell them enough to be really involved. I just have to deal with everything on my own one step at a time. Like most of us I know.

We find comfort in strangers because they know nothing about us, except what we tell them. And we only tell them what we want them to know. For some odd reason, that's ironically comforting.

I feel like I'm starving lately. I want an instant connection, like fairy tales and story books. I expect too much, and I stress over too little.
I just want a simple agreement. You take care of me and I'll take care of you. Helping someone be happy isn't too much work. It's just finding someone to do that and trust you with their happiness, is the problem.

Someone that makes sense....
(whatever that means. life is crazy. its not supposed to make sense.)

Just be beautiful.
It's life's only job. I wish I didn't feel so crazy and someone else thought about it this way so I can enjoy it with someone that loves and appreciates it the same way.

I have always been a lover.
I need to find that person again and just drop my barriers.

But sometimes patients is key. Which I don't have.
Love is too important...