At the worst of times...

I feel like the world is too beautiful a place and I'm just cluttering it up. That guilt is far beyond and I have yet to figure out where it comes from. Odd, though, that beauty makes me so sad, and that fighting through shit makes me feel valuable.  I wonder where that comes from too. This is random.

A good start

The new year is upon us. I haven't been a fan for a long time in the whole of getting drunk and singing unintelligible songs on New Year's Eve so I was somewhere homely and happy. Anyway, the new year does offer all of us a chance to reflect upon the things we experienced in the previous year.

2007 wasn't a particularly great year, but many events occured during the year that give 'now' a chance to be better. So many changes are still to come...perhaps instead of being afraid of them, I will begin to anticipate and look forward to the new challenges that lay on the horizon.

Fall in to place.

I couldn't sleep. I love it when they pack and leave - familiarity numbs and can hurt again, and again.

I've always loved being loved. And I realise that sometimes, characteristic has made me blind to making the right choices, whether it be in love, work, family or friendships. With the way I'm going about things, is totally different. I could so easily drift into my own world, but I'm not letting that get to me, because those emotions I may feel, don't make the person me.

I'm leaving each part of my feelings to fall into place when they're ready. No complications.