Another vomitting of thoughts..
Because it would be unhealthy to keep em to myself.
I just realized that its better to text my thoughts than to write about them in a journal. Adaptation works hella fast.
I gained 9lbs. And i continously lose 4lbs for the past week. Doing nothing. Im an ok body, but the abs need to come in asap.
I only doll myself up for one other person’s happiness other than my own. Of course its my boyfriend.
When you have someone to truly love, all that “I’m the boss, I’m a bad bitch” goes out the window and is replaced with “I want to do things that’ll make you happy.”
Andddd im sleepy..to be continued
Overly Happy. (random free writing ex)
I feel uncomfortable writing out my feelings and thoughts.
Daisy’s thoughts (rated pg version)
I love him.
I enjoy cleaning for him, ironing his clothes, & pouring soy sauce into his saucer at japanese restaurants.
At work, I have random inappropriate thoughts about him (no examples)
A guy that looked like Martin Lawrence tried to get at me last night. All i could do was laugh at everything he said.
Clubbing is no longer the same.
When it’s 420, all i can remember is the night when my girl got a DUI and when the love of my life saved me when I was stranded in Emeryville.
When old flings text me, I can’t help but feel sympathetic to their cause and aches.
He makes me so happy, that I have no worries in life.
I want to write a romantic poem for him, but I feel like no words in the oxford dictionary can ever explain how much he makes me happy.
Sometimes I truly believe my life is like the series Lost. Maybe I should start a Lostalicism- the religion of Lost.
When i’m this happy, I feel like i’m living in a set of dreams. Maybe I’m catching on to a christopher nolan or kirk cameron type of philosophy.
Maybe I can be a Plato one day. Or maybe i’ve been smokin too much weed to seperate reality from illusion.
After all, what is reality?
Thats that phil001 type of shit.
Oops i forgot this was the pg version of my thoughts.
The woes of a romantic business woman
When it comes to having a career, I love working hard and seeing all of my goals accomplished. But in my line of work, it takes inspiration and enough heart to write something beautiful. Even just a simple article on a piece of jewelry takes time and enough care for the article to be interesting. & so here I am, with another writer’s block. Not only that, my personal life has someone in it and it’s hard to concentrate on anything. I just came up with the idea of writing something.
Random Freewriting Excercise
I can’t stop thinking about him. There’s this constant struggle of having to put my thoughts about him aside.
I haven’t meditated or prayed for awhile. God still loves me.
I think i’ll pray tonight.
I would love to go with the flow of life, but sometimes I struggle on purpose just so I can feel happier afterwards.
Love songs sound so much better when you have someone to like.
I was comfortable being single and dating. The transition to dating seriously is uncomfortable. But I like that.
When I lay my head to rest tonight, i’m going to wonder if I made the best out of today. I already think I did.
I can get sad because of something serious, but then a smile shines on my face because of you.
1000 words in less then 20min.
I am loving every single moment.
With this feeling that I havent felt in a long time, I have nothing but amazing feelings for you.
I wrote and talked about you in 4 different ways today: Text, a call, a handwritten letter, & now on here.
I should definitely slow my feelings down.
Im going to.
"Playing hard to get" commence.
I love that you’re persistant in pursuing me. Keep going. You can have all of me. ;)
I have never felt any more comfortable under my skin then at this moment.
I know what I want. I know what I need.