“Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life…You give them a piece of you. They didn’t ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn’t your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like ‘maybe we should be just friends’ turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It’s a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.”—The Sandman: The Kindly Ones, Neil Gaiman (via neilgaiman, neilgaiman)
September is finally here and i’m a bundle of nerves already. I haven’t had a chance to really let anything sink in, even though several VERY important events are commencing in a few weeks. No, scratch that. A few DAYS. Geez.
I still have yet to finalize a ton of things, and drinking coffee is the only thing that seems to be keeping my mind functioning right now that i’m afraid that i’ll end up back in the hospital for my poor habits and bad management skills. Harhar.
At least work is all good.
That said, i think i just need to vent out these frustrations every so often so i won’t go totally ballistic with worry and fear that all these things i’ve done (hello, cue the Killers please) won’t go to waste.
I must remember to get my hair done ASAP. This whole business of having to deal with messy hair is adding to my problems. I’m glad two things are finally out of the way and i REALLY hope that it will come to a wonderful fruition. Yes, i am VERY vague about it because i don’t want to jinx myself. Harhar.
All right. Back to work and my list of things to do.
“The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman is seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides. True beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It’s the caring that she lovingly gives, the passion that she shows & the beauty of a woman only grows with passing years.”—~Audrey Hepburn ♥