deathtoforls

I will never understand...

The heart is such a funny instrument. It does not operate on logic or rationale. Nor does it obey well thought out plans. In that regard, it is somewhat akin to a car without brakes...you can only steer it and hope to hell you don't crash and destroy something irreplaceable.

For years I felt...hollow. The void of want and lonliness while so deeply in love with someone who could never reciprocate leaves one with a feeling of mistrust so great that I wonder now if this numbness I feel fading at times isn't an illusion. Well crafted sorcery amidst plumes of contentment...but I digress.

I just had my phone interview. All that is left for me to do is pass a background check, which unless I've been doing something in narcoleptic hazes I should pass with ease. Ahh, sigh of huge relief.

I'm getting really sick of my profile pic, but I'm too lazy to change it...so I suppose until I de-lazify (hah! top that Dubya!) I'm stuck with this shit