my head is still crazy inside, and if i sneek back to somethings I fall down again and again. reading my trainwreck at patched together's site brings me back to my "why not me come on, what, nobody wan'ts my design because i'm not the hero to 80 sparkledog fans who have to beg mommy for money?"
and so many things.
it's better to plug your ears and shut your eyes and run.
then I panic. even over stupid things, like when i see the kids post "OMG i want to die, I'm 12 and never been kissed, all my friends who are 12 to 15 all have babies and I don't have a boy/girl friend"
just to remind me of my ballances of desire, fear, discust, and the expectations and reality of "not only can i not have those fictional style romance. but i want but don't want to work for it. and not how they say
I can't answer personal adss. for what? i'll just be like a retarded child for someone. i'm not joining sites with people that have the same illnesses, and the influx of what-evers from pounced flustred me.
i don't have it. i cant make myself be what im not
but if i'm goingto i have to 'shut up, and do it"
when you are older and not with lots of people, you don't blush and ask out your crush. when you are way older. you go to personal ads, and define "OK so when we go on this date, when will we be a couple?"
stupid kids date who they think they are in love with, adults date to fall in love.
you don't have blushing games and hidden notes. you do it back wards.
maybe if can shove the hands of a RomCom movie writer into a door jam will make me happy.
or tell them to write one with a deformed woman.
hot chicks with hearts of gold can date monsteriously deformed men to show what kind of people they are. but what else is there? I just don't block them out when other's watch TV, but "50 first dates" just had a woman with severe amesia. her actress was still pretty.
but, where is a "woman with half a face" or "the romance of the one armed school teacher"
i panic in a special kind of rage , fear and discust.
everyone says you quest and you don't get.
but then i think of these, and my skin crawls. I have my own special personal character who is my "inner pervert". but he is male. a mix of my self hate and idea of "females who are sex addicts are icky, male sex addict isn't as icky"
the idea of intamcy makes my skin crawl. unless i was a hot guy?
who wants that even if i were kinder than a my little pony.
i don't bond and i hate it.
maybe there are pharmacutials that can turn me into a bubbly love bird or those types on TV
I shake on the inside holding my head
it almost went well then i fell back again.
but i can't like it for other people
or be happy with them, and their firsts or re-bound magic
(why do people even have to have that lable? "OH me and Tom broke up, but I'm going out with jason 2 days later"
I'm posslby more on the outside than the loudest furry wanna be, or some of the otherkin who go "IM nt human on the inside but I'll leave trails of my life for you in chats of all the people things I do"

















