Written in the EARLY morning hours of Friday, October 24, 1997...
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I've noticed one of of my peculiar patterns recently... maybe we all have them, I'm not sure, but probably. All I know is that ever since I started dating, I've had a seasonal pattern.
Sometimes I feel like a plant. It starts to grow in the spring, blossoms in the summer, and eventually dies off during autumn... That's how my relationships have always been... we start seing each other in the spring and summer, but we get beyond angry at each other in the autumn, and then quit seeing one another. Winter is becoming a hard time for me... So what should I do about it? Become a pine tree? Move to a warmer climate? Hell if I know... Okay... now that was a boring observation that nobody should have to read. |
Why did I compare myself to a plant?!? Let's be green, baby, green!