"Baby girl got all the right weapery" -mos
I think I am allowing this to happen. My mother has always told me that theres no harm in asking for exactly what you want. The worst that can happen is that someone can tell you "no", you'll feel disappointed/sad/upset, etc. for a little while and then you'll get over it and move on to something else. I havent asked. I havent even come close to asking. And why not? Because I feel its not fair to put someone in that position. Its inconsiderate, demanding, over zealous, and maybe even rude, right? I think in all reality Im not being fair to myself. Am I selling myself short? Or is the possibility of "no" even more powerful and more frightening than the countless nights of spaztic shifts between extreme happiness and extreme sadness? I thought I could handle it, but given the fact that Im sitting in my room typing in my internet blog crying...maybe I cant. But of course I do it anyway, and my smile lets you know that everything is all right.
Funny how my friend knew exactly what I meant: "One of many. And hating it."
"I am so perfect, so divine, so etheral, so surreal, I cannot be comprehended except by my permission". I think I have given you, of all people, permission. I take it back.