Love should be less like a flower and more like an earthquake.

I have a few internet outlets which help keep me sane, including this blog and my twitter. I got a twitter account quite a while ago, before any of my friends had accounts; which at the time, I wasn't too impressed about but now I kind of wish I could have that again. I have several of my irl friends on twitter now, it was fun at first but now I kind of wish I could have my privacy back. Every time I update my twitter I feel so conscious of what I post, and often reject the first few things that come to mind. It just made me extremely aware of how guarded and self-conscious I am.

I wish I wasn't. It shouldn't matter. But it does.

One of the worst parts is that the more important a situation or person may be to me, the more careful and shy I tend to be.

Which often results in the opposite of desired effects.

I'd rather hurt myself than be hurt, you know? At least I'm nicer.

I really don't think I explained this concept properly, but it made sense in my head.

I can't decide how I feel about this picture. The egg on the left, he's telling it like it is. He's not afraid to say what he thinks, he's putting himself out there. He's going places... at the expense of the other egg. Maybe he's rude, cold-hearted. I don't know.

Not that I feel the need to express my thoughts of other people more. It's expressing myself that I'm talking about here. So really I don't think that picture was at all related to what I was talking about. I just really liked it.

All of a sudden my computer started double-spacing... that's strange. So, I apologize for the excessive amounts of empty space here...

Anyways it's really, really late. I should sleep now.

So my soundtrack is:

Sleepyhead- Passion Pit

Wish - Gregory and the Hawk

Loving You- Paolo Nutini

Underground - Kimya Dawson

We Get On - Kate Nash