I'm so very sorry for all of the heartache you endure-
someday somebody will come along that can make you very happy.
With Spring quickly approaching, I hope the sunshine warms you up,
and I hope you receive all the messages the breeze tells you.
Remember, everyone sees the same moon and breathes the same air.

Touching someone is only a matter of knowing they exist.

I'm tired of this.
I deserve better.
I'm always hearing about the things I didn't do,
when I so clearly did.
I'm tired of being the best I can be,
while my best isn't good enough.
You used to compliment me,
tell me sweet nothings,
but now it's hard to get a word out of you
that's anything more than complaints or commands.
I don't know how much longer I can handle feeling
so disrespected, because I've done some thinking,
and I deserve love.
Do I not help you with everything you need?
Do I not tuck you in each night?
Do I not run errands for you?
Do I not play doctor when you're sick?
Do I not kiss you the way you like?
Do I not sacrifice all of myself for you?
Do I not give you everything you need?
Because at this point, I'm tired of being accused for everything-
that I didn't do.
If my best just isn't good enough than what more can be done?
I'm giving you all I've got, and if that's not good enough, then you don't deserve all of me.

I showed the librarian how Dostoevsky predicted the internet (and what we'd use it for) over a hundred years ago.

She seemed unimpressed.