Here's a secret. I just desperately want to share mutual love and intimacy, not necessarily sex, just... intimacy.

A few months ago, I blogged about a dream I had in which I was engaged to be married to a girl named Clare. Clare was the girl's nickname; her actual name was sexually ambiguous.

As it turns out, I met a girl about a month after that dream. Her real name is Claire, and the nickname is sexually ambiguous. She's really cool, and I really like her, but she's in a relationship already. And I'm very happy for her. :)

Funny the way these things happen, though, don't you think?

If you were my keys, where would you hide?

I de-activated my Tumblr blog during exam season and now I've reverted to this blog, which is rather nice because on this blog, I don't re-blog things. I actually write things.

Today, for example, I'm having one of those days where I've dressed up...
and now I don't feel like getting out of my pretty (on sale) dress because it makes me feel pretty!

But I guess I'll change into sweats and a tank and then I can feel casual/comfy/sexy. Maybe.

I am enough. I am enough. I am enough. I am enough. I am enough.

I was stupid stupid stupid and went on the suicide tag on tumblr. I don't know why. I think I thought I could do something good by going through the tags and sending the posters encouraging messages. I don't know if I made a difference. I hope I did.

...but now I feel absoluely shitty, and I haven't felt like this since, what, last year?

I want my love back, my adoration for the world. I had it yesterday. How did it slip away so quickly?

How did I let it slip away?

Good God. I have just realized that one of the girls I met here at University is very similar to the girl in my wedding dream. Really, really similar. I think. I'm not sure. Oh.