The rain in spain stays mainly on the plain.

1:20am, Sunday November 1st 2009

She’s hotter than anything, a photo-shopped photo that she hates touching up, better than the real deal maybe, and a good friend with a twisted side, somehow sex gets involved and the friendship continues to thrive, but the skeletons in the closet shaking around, make me wonder what’ll happen when the hinges break.
Followed me through my truth-telling and did not claim madness; simply seemed to agree that there’s more things on heaven and earth Horatio…
Oh Shakespeare, where for art thou expression of love on paper; where for art though romance?
Simple twisted words, a power struggle that’s already over and doesn’t need to happen; imbalance in a relationship, a fear of being hurt critically leads one to hit first; her personality twisting at times but consistent in friendship, a strange friendship indeed to see each other almost naked via a metal wire under the sea.

Real human emotion and feeling expressed in an online chatbox, missing a friend while having another asleep next to me; but being honest about who I am and hoping that the people around can accept that my real world social interactions seem to fairly represent my ideology; if someone disagrees let them speak now; or raise it with me at some future point, until then I’ll just try and be kind to all that could love me.