Its nice to have one. I can hold it all to myself and smile on the inside. Perhaps its stupid, even the thought. Sometimes it seems as if I put myself in impossible situations because they are, in fact, impossible. Creates a level of comfort I suppose, comfort with distance… Cheers living life the way *I* want to live it. After all, who’s life is it anyway?

Sometimes you just have to roll the dice. I haven’t met someone in ages with whom I’ve discovered I have so much in common with so quickly. (is that sentence grammatically correct? I’ll say yes. Always gets twisted up on the way out anyhow) From cutting fingers almost off to instruments taken up, to other random personality traits and life facts. Odd, yet inviting. Its a breathe of fresh air. Another weir coincidence. Who knows, I may just be a sucker for the words that roll off your tongue, I maybe just be caught up in the fact that I feel alive again.