Help

me. I don't know what to do. I'm torn, completely. This is something that SHOULD be an easy answer, but it's not, oddly. Why...and more, why me? Sad thing is...I think I'm falling for what I never saw before, until now. 

Hehe, whoops. Just joking. Sorry so sloppy.

This

hurts. A bit. But not so much it could make me cry for hours. Truth can be a painful thing, but its better than false things. It just opens my eyes. I should've stayed where I came from. No wonder I'm quiet at the beginning.

Sometimes,

you can't help but love certain people, hate certain things that you do, despise certain things you know, dread certain things in the future, judge certain things, freak out about whats in front of you, but hey.

Suck it up. 

If life were easy, it'd be boring. 

What?!

Why?!How!?When?!Where!?Who?!

and how in the WORLD, especially YOU, know what I only told four people? 

Dreams

are quite odd. How is it that one person I haven't spoken to, much less even seen in a year, appears in a dream? I liked him back in 7th grade, which to me, is eons ago. I don't even think about him anymore! Gah. I must be going crazy. Or...my unconscious self, that is. 

At Least

What if you kept living your life saying "At least..." 

One day, it'll end up being "At least I'm still alive."

Harlequin

alert.  And why do I do this to myself? It's a far off thing, and I'm setting myself up for...heartbreak, sadly. Why. 

Also, I find it quite difficult to stay within the lines of 'blog' than 'diary'.

blog : thoughts :: diary : feelings

But aren't, in a way, feelings intertwined with thoughts. Think one thing, feel a certain way, and so on with specific subjects. 

Just a thought. 

&&, nothing beats eating 2 chocolate chip cookies at midnight. It makes me feel like a little kid again, and it also tells me everything'll be okay. 

The First.

My life is a harlequinade. I'm Columbine, and I've had many Harlequins, and I know there are many more to come. The Pedroline is my best friend, and Pantalone is the exact opposite. And the clown, let's just say he/she would be there to lighten the mood, by say...teasing? 

Quite confusing, right? Let's say:

Harlequin-the crush.

Pedroline/Pierrot(s)-the friends.

Pantalone-chaotic figure. 

Clown- lightens the mood/friend.