its bloody late.

i can't |sleep|

anything new?

{no}


i'm creating an emotional attachment to a schizophrenic, sociopathic, marine.

ah hah. this is my life.

broken hearts... thats my specialty... thats what happens. i look for broken souls. it's what i do. they make me smile. they match me. cause i match them. i can't help but feel something for someone if they've had quite the fucked up life. if they're broken. he is. theres no doubt in that. such a tragic life lived by one so young. how interesting. the only thing is that he's bloody bright. they always are. but this one just may be brighter then me. hah. thats quite the suprise. they're always smart, intelligent broken children of the world. but they almost never top me. tonight, i may have met my match. but i hav e something. i'm pure of heart. still loving, still idealistic, still in some sense normal. (other then the fact that i can't sleep at four thirty in the morning)

i'm not going to kll this one. i learned from the last attachment that i need to allow my self to be attached. as hurt as i may become, thats a price worth paying. i meet amazing people. they let me into their worlds and the glimses i experience are visions that transcend time.

lets see where this one runs... we just may have found our brothers.

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