Well, life goes on. I'm standing still and the world keeps passing me by at a quickening pace. I have had that feeling for so many years now, and I have had enough of it. For a couple of months now a new feeling has started to grow; that it's time for me to move on. It's time for change. It's kind of a good feeling and I'm terrified that the determination and hope I've felt will fade away.

I'm tired of crying over something that was probably just a hopeless, silly dream anyway. I'm tired of feeling left out from life the good stuff in life. Not that my life is really that bad - it really isn't, but I guess it's easy to focus on the stuff that's missing in our lives, especially when it's big, important stuff like love.

It's spring, finally. I have very mixed feelings about spring, because it's a time of change and time seems to speed up a notch during these months. The blackbirds has started to sing at dusk when I'm on my way home from work. It's the most beautiful and melancholic sound in the whole world.

Pondering whether I should make an order for Milk Moon or not. I probably will. Thank god(ess/whatever) for BPAL.

...and a little rant: my body chemistry has acted weird for a couple of days - none of my smellies smells like they use to! I miss the way they use to smell on me. Hope it changes back soon.