I'm a little bit embarrassed that the majority of my posts - since 2006 - have been about boys. Do I really have that little of an existence without them? Maybe I'm just waiting for the right one. Oh psh, whatever. I wrote the following last night (or this morning...whatever) after I got in a fight with my boyfriend. HAHAHA! Yep, another boy. :P

The mind of a lonely soul is lost to all except those who seek it. Especially if that soul possesses humility that is detrimental to it's owner's wellbeing. Not to say that humility is wrong; too much of it is. It's unhealthy when it gets to the point that one undermines their happiness to the point of no return. As much as t's desired, people cannot fully rely on others to be the source of their sustenance. That dependence is shed with maturity. So what should a lonely soul do, especially if it's in love? It is unapproachable in its confusion. The only one who can mend it is the only one who dealt the confusion.  But does the dealer even want to? Mend it, I mean. I say it's time for this dealer to step up to the plate and not back down for once. She is worth fighting for, you know. There's no mannequin that bears her face; she is as prominent as you. Forget the flaws and the scars, there's no one who will love you as much as she.

Um, yeah. Wooo Franz Ferdinand :D