rare triple water

To be an emotional person is to be a bird stuck in a cage with a psychotic owner who feeds you once a day if you're lucky and changes your water every week. How does one really understand if what you're feeling is real or not in both particular minds? You don't. And you can't. Although you may have some sort of power over men, you can't control your own feelings to manipulate the way you're supposed to. So how are Pisces different? Because they will find that one man who can take her nature and nurture it. Easy. No. But it does happen.

We constantly search for someone who can be good for us, but we find them way too often and the feelings don't quite match up. How can we research compatibility when we doubt ourselves? We truely believe we know which sign is right for us, and then we quickly change our mind when someone new and wonderful comes along with a different sign. So... is it Libra? No... but we wish it could be. Is it Leo? Again, mostly no. Cancer has always been amazing but they seem to have the same fears and doubts as we do. And then there's Scorpio that everyone believes is an amazing match, yet we don't want to catch our prey so easily... or do we? Sagittarius is amazing in many ways. But NOT compatitble. The search continues. Every sign loves me for a certain period of time...

I lose track of who's what sign and what personality is his or his. I tend to make my dating decisions on this factor solely. Not his looks, his foreseen personality traits that I can read about on my own time like an obsessed girlfriend...although we may have never met. I'm not afraid to admit that I've got sanity issues, or that I have serious issues in general in my life. I am also quite aware of what I am capable of; the good and bad.


"Help. I have done it again. I have been here many times before. Hurt myself again today. And the worst part is there is no one else to blame."
"Lost myself again and I feel unsafe..."

Being alone seems like the most difficult feat to overcome and yet we do it so sloppily with multiple sexual partners lined up to take a hit, and bottles of alcohol piling up on the kitchen floor. No regrets? We say that, but we don't mean it.

I get lost in music.