So Foolish.

I could have done it so many times now. So many opportunities. So many perfect and silent opportunities. Why can't I just do it? Why is it so hard? Is it supposed to be easy? I don't know the answers, I suppose. I asked for advice and I got it... I just don't know. I've never known about this and right now it's scary. I think about it all the time. I think about how and when and why or why not. I think about how perfect it could be or how it shouldn't be perfect or planned out at all. With this much thought it's got to be real, right? I know the answer to that. Sooner or later. I don't stick to plans so I won't plan on soon. I do hope for it, though.

I will be happy when that day comes. ....I'm telling myself I will be and that it will be okay. More than okay.

Drag it up.

Let's start something and not finish it. Okay, story of my life. One of these days, right? I should really start writing in this again. I really don't have a legitimate reason not to. We'll see how it goes.
I can never really find anything to talk about. Maybe because this isn't livejournal and I'm not 17 anymore.
Or I can never get too personal on these... because this isn't livejournal and I'm not 17 anymore.
We'll see how it goes.

I will say this. ....No. No, I won't.
This is what I do at work.

i really see you upside down.