And I was your silver lining.

"When she's around, I don't exist."
I'm starting to think that maybe he's right. Maybe I do, unconciously, put myself in situations where I'm going to end up hurt. I run over past relationships and I can really only think of one where someone couldn't look at it and go "this won't end well". They leave, I leave, they're fucking insane, I'm too oblivious to realize what's happening, they're already involved. There's always something, y'know?
But then, why should it matter? Why should I spend any time at all tossing this sort of thing around in my head? It's not like it matters. I'm not in a position to get into a relationship with any one right now, so my "bad habits" are an issue in stasis. And I'm fine on my own, I have good friends and a fulfilling job. I just wish I wasn't sleeping alone every night.
But then, some times that is better than the alternative.

There's two rather fantastic books glaring at me from my shelf because I met a boy who's got the same taste for oddities that I do. If he weren't family, I might be in love.
As it stands, he's deffinitely my favorite right now.

I have this thing where I love everyone, from the girl sleeping in the bed across from mine to the gentleman walking past on the street, until they give me a reason not to love them.
I'm starting to think this may be a lot more trouble than I'd originally assumed.

The responses to my pin up shots have surprised me, if only because I trust the people I sent them to enough to believe their reactions. If they're right, mayhap I should look into comandeering a photographer and some supplies and make a side-career of this.
It's too, too fun.