The point of this is to keep my identity as hidden as possible without denying my personality. Everyone needs a way to get those deep thoughts off of their chest- or just to complain. But when you're in my position of: mid-to-early 20's, trying to find yourself, career, and permanent love- things get... well... interesting.
So I did what every young woman does in the Northeast corner of the lovely United States of America. Completion of Bachelor's Degree: check. Moved in with a dependable, yet loving boyfriend: check. Found the career of my dreams: ____. Nope. At least half-way satisfied with life: ____. Nope.
OK, so I've been through hell and back several times. My friends and family don't know the half of what has happened to me since childhood. If they communicated with each other about me for more than 15-20 minutes, oh boy would they think I was a head case. We'll leave that for later.
The good that comes out of life is the few moments I spend drawing, painting, or taking pictures. Lately, that has not been happening as often as it should. My boyfriend of 8 months is as understanding as can be. We'll call him M. M is handsome in that Marine way (literally- he's in the Marine Reserves and in law enforcement), and is genuinely sensitive. However, he can be selfish and childlike at times even though he's several years older than myself. Definitely comfortable. In love? Yes... but not in the crazy passionate way. That worries me sometimes, and wonder if I'm going to flunk out of the relationship by sabotaging it. We'll see.
That's the general background. Stick around for the fun.
Thursday, February 28, 2008
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