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Kit. 19. Male. Ohioan. I'm a college student majoring in humanities. I want to be a beautiful mystery.

Formal diagnosis: Adjustment Disorder, Mood Disorder Not Otherwise Specified, Generalized Anxiety Disorder

Self diagnosis: Histrionic Personality Disorder
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Permanent Linkby coneyislandking on Wed Apr 02, 2014 10:27 pm

Today has been really nice. It's been up and down, but I have not felt terribly insecure or sad all day, and that is a blessing.

I saw Dylan today when I was sitting on the bus. He was walking back to campus. I decided it was go time and I got off that bus and followed him until I could catch up. When I got close, I tapped him on the shoulder. I felt sick, like I could puke. I was so nervous! I said "yo" and he said "'sup?" and I think I might have said not much. For a while, nothing else was said. I walked by his side and just appreciated that our steps were in sync despite us not talking. Our brains were connected. I don't even think I was trying to do it, which I have done in the past with other people.

After a while I asked for his attention and apologized for calling him so many times, he said it was cool. We then talked about some stuff, like I asked his last name and his major. I asked him what he wanted to do when he grew up, and we talked about whether it was better to be unrealistic or realistic. I was in favor of unrealistic while he was contrary to that. Nothing was decided on the matter.

He is a chemical engineering major and dreams of perhaps discovering an element or inventing a polymer or something.

He didn't ask anything about me but I don't mind. I'm actually hoping to outgrow him. I needed reason to think he was still available to me and that's what I got. I'm not going to rock the boat anymore.

And in the morning, I climbed your tree and flew away.
Last edited by Ada on Thu Apr 03, 2014 7:07 pm, edited 1 time in total.

There are some mornings when the sky looks like a road.
There are some dragons who were built to have and hold.
And some machines are dropped from great heights lovingly,
and some great bellies ache with many bumblebees,
and they sting so terribly.
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