I'm talking a lot about love tonight, and with 5 or 6 different people. It's left me in one of those optomistic and cheerful moods, like nothing can go wrong. If a dream girl walked past my apartment, it seems like karma would draw me out of my room at the right time and I would, for a change, say the right thing instead of the wrong one.
It's a good mood, I should probably go to bed before it crashes
It's a good mood, I should probably go to bed before it crashes
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You mean, people notice my ramen "problem"--and worry? They care?
I had my syringe and spoon out until I read your message. You've probably saved my life, you know--I can't imagine that ramen in the bloodstream is a good idea--I just never *sniff* knew that *sniff sniff* anyone cared! *weeps*
I like feeling all optimistic like that. I try the cynical bitch thing every once in awhile, but it never works for long--I think I have a basic optimism about love in general--even sometimes when love in particular is fucking me over. (Of course, I'd never tell you that at the time.)
I really do believe everything's at least partially worth it. Even the most worthless involvement I had taught me a good lesson--that the lack of a real reason not do to something does not translate into a reason to do said thing.