I was horribly bookish, to the point of coming right out and saying it, which I knew was not socially acceptable. I particularly loved the adjective bookish, which I found other people used about as often as ramrod or chum or teetotaler.

only adj. thats the dilemma isn't it? when you're single, there's the sadness and joy of only me. And when you're paired, there's the sadness and joy of only you.

Because what's the point of something virtual if it doesn't end up being real?

i wish i were someone else, even though i know i'll never, ever be able to get away from what i've done and what's been done to me.

Maybe there is hope in the fragments, that what is lost can always be filled in by someone who knows.

This is a difference between us: you desire what other people have, while I desire the things I used to have, or think I might have one day.

There is no such thing as no choice. There is always a choice. The only question is whether it's a bearable one.