Awful

Do you know about this horrible thing called love?

It's been the driving force for music, art, writing, poetry, desires and maybe life sometimes since forever. Everyone knows about it so don't even try to kid and say you don't.

It's the worst. The problem is it's also the best.

I love my friends and I love my art, my writing, I LOVE my books and could be in a relationship with them for the rest of my life if only they had arms to cuddle and voices to respond or laugh at my bad jokes and stupid little goofs.

Maybe the problem is I love love, I love relationships, I love caring about people. I love having a relationship where two people care about each other and support one another and introduce each other to new things. I am thrilled at the possibility of new people but I also like familiar, comfortable people who just want to sit together on a couch and joke around and smile together.


I like alone but I also love together.

Hating love is a lot like loving it I think. It's hard. I'm sad I left my painting stuff in Buffalo because right now I would like to paint and get messy. Maybe I will draw instead. draw out all these thoughts.


Oh good thing I have friends that I love, a life without that would be a sad one indeed.