Stop talking about love.
Every asshole in the world says he loves somebody.
It means nothing.
It still doesn’t mean anything.
What you feel only matters to you. It’s what you do to the people you say you love, that’s what matters.
It’s the only thing that counts.
I get bored with online journals. I start out all rip roaring to go, and eventually fizzle out to the point where I can barely remember my password. Of course, by the time I’m racking my brain for clues to the forgotten password, I’m wanting to write again.
Maybe it’s not …
