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I am having a terrible time with words today.

So I'll take the Hemingway approach. Simple. Terse. Un-superfluous.

Here goes.

I cannot stop thinking.

Dreaming.

Wishing, Hoping.

Failing.

I'll say it again, because it's true.

I say "love".

The world says "Obsession."

I don't even care.

All I know is that I read "Hills Like White Elephants" because he gave me a link

And I liked it. It was a good story. But it's secretly sad. Hemingway can do that, can't he?

But you can take that story the horribly wrong way...

But whatever. *very frustrated noise*

...

I won't live through this year with my sanity intact.

Jeepers.

I am too dramatic...

But seriously,

I can't do this.

Hellloooo pessimism!

It's here through worse and even worse.

(Because with pessimism there is no 'better')

I feel like I need another ridiculous love-rant.

I am pathetic.

In the grips of something I can't control, but with the desperate need to control it. Bottle it up.

Hide it away so no one can see what he does to me.

I am so sappy.

Ridiculous.

I hate myself.

A lot, actually.

But it is what it is,

No matter how sucky.

So I'm going to bed.

And hopefully my dreams go unoccupied.

Goodnight.

And I love/am obsessed with you.