I love that phrase. I love all the Os.

My mom once told me that I'm slightly autistic. I didn't believe her, didn't want to think that my struggle with every relationship I've had is because my brain just wasn't quite normal.

And here I am,after another awkward moment and a relationship I've ruined and that's what it is, isn't it?

Never trusting someone long enough, because I know it won't last, because I know my self-destruct will shine through eventually, and all I can do is say that its because something is wrong with me?!

How did it come to this? And will I ever stop dreading meeting someone new because I don't want to lose them too?

Art room closes at 5. Shame its 4:30. I hate the schedule of a community college.

I don't think its possible, not really, that anyone could love such a freak long enough hard enough to save me.