About Me
Name: Cleo
Age: 20
Where: Unknown
Likes: chocolate, books, friends, family, writing, comedy, computers, CSI
Dislikes: racism, bigotry, closed-mindedness, the Undead, the Fiend
Reading: Lemony Snicket books; "Sherlock In Love"; fanfics
Listening to: Jem- Finally Woken; C.S.I. soundtrack
Quote of the Moment: "Nicky notices a man selling rope. Jakob Dylan sings the national anthem, Brass throws out the first clue, and the A-game has commenced."


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Monday, September 26, 2005

"Our deepest fear is going crazy from loneliness. The only thing that helps me keep my slender grip on reality is the friendship I have with my collection of singing potatoes."

Alright, so maybe I'm not completely zonkers yet. it's just hard right now, trying to find something to snap me out of... whatever this is. the story of my life is finding someone or something that works, that makes me happy, then I lose them and I don't know why. invariably, it's explained as something I said or did or didn't say or didn't do. as though it's never their fault. maybe it is and maybe it isn't; I'm not judging. I'm just... lonely.
and when I'm lonely for too long, I start doing things that I know are not smart or safe or anything but a distraction. and I don't really care, because I need to be distracted.
human beings are designed to handle a lot of things, but loneliness is not one of them.

Cleo opened her eyes at 12:35 PM