I've found almost everything ever written about love to be true. Shakespeare said "Journeys end in lovers meeting". What an extraordinary thought. Personally, I have not experienced anything remotely close to that, but I am more than willing to believe Shakespeare had.
I suppose I think about love more than anyone really should. I am constantly amazed by its sheer power to alter and define our lives. It was Shakespeare who also said "love is blind". Now that is something I know to be true. For some quite inexplicably, love fades; for others love is simply lost. But then of course love can also be found, even if just for the night.
And then, there's another kind of love: the cruelest kind. The one that almost kills its victims. Its called unrequited love. Of that I am an expert. Most love stories are about people who fall in love with each other. But what about the rest of us? What about our stories, those of us who fall in love alone? We are the victims of the one sided affair. We are the cursed of the loved ones. We are the unloved ones, the walking wounded. The handicapped without the advantage of a great parking space!
Yes, you are looking at one such individual. And I have willingly loved that man for a few miserable years! The absolute worst years of my life! The worst Christmas', the worst Birthday's, New Years Eve's brought in by tears and Valium. These years that I have been in love have been the darkest days of my life. All because I've been cursed by being in love with a man who does not and will not love me back.
I understand feeling as small and as insignificant as humanly possible. And how it can actually ache in places you didn't know you had inside you. And it doesn't matter how many new haircuts you get, or gyms you join, or how many glasses of chardonnay you drink with your girlfriends... you still go to bed every night going over every detail and wonder what you did wrong or how you could have misunderstood. And how in the hell for that brief moment you could think that you were that happy. And sometimes you can even convince yourself that he'll see the light and show up at your door.
And after all that, however long all that may be, you'll go somewhere new. And you'll meet people who make you feel worthwhile again. And little pieces of your soul will finally come back. And all that fuzzy stuff, those years of your life that you wasted, that will eventually begin to fade.

An article posted at Clarin.com reveals the non-yet-confirmed possibility of Robert Pattinson coming down to Buenos Aires to shoot a western movie.

Robert says he really likes travelling, a few years ago he fell in love with Berlin, and he would love to travel to Buenos Aires. "One of the movies I'm negotiating involves a trip to Argentina: it's a western movie and I think we'd go over there to use the argentinian skies. I hope it can be done.". he throws without wanting to give any more details

Even though he confessed wanting to quit acting, the 22-year-old lad seems to have a lot of projects on his way. Lets hope the best for him.

My nightmare probably wouldn’t even frighten someone else. Nothing jumped out and screamed "Boo!". There were no zombies, no ghosts, no psychopaths. There was nothing, really. Only nothing. Just the endless maze of moss covered trees.

When you're mentally in flames most of the time, doesn't take that much spark to set everything on fire. And it's evident that you can only face things in a violent and unconscious way. All you have to do is stop, take a deep breath and a cold, cold shower.. or grab a Blackdagger Brotherhood book, and remain burning.

Days went by when she felt so happy and content and confident that her life would be ok, and then as quickly as the feeling came it would disappear again, and she would feel her sadness setting in once more. She tried to find a routine she could happily fall into so that she felt like she belonged in her body and her body belonged in this life, instead of wandering around like a zombie watching everyone else live theirs while she waited around for hers to end. Unfortunately the routine hadn't turned out exactly as she hoped it would. She found herself immobile for hours in the sitting room, reliving every single memory.
Friends and family came and went, sometimes helping her with her tears, other times making her laugh. But even in her laughter there was something missing. She never seemed to be truly happy; she just seemed to be passing time while she waited for something else. She was tired of just existing; she wanted to live. But what was the point in living when there was no life in it?

I seriously need a makeover. My fashion sense was murdered a few years ago.. Ah! Tragic. So, I've been admiring a lot of people's style lately, and I have come to the conclusion that as much as I love their style, I really have to do something that is uniquely me because I will never feel comfortable imitating someone else.

I want fashion to be fun. It shouldn't be just about looking good, but also about self-expression, comfort, enjoyment. I believe that whether you're going to work or preparing for a party, getting dressed should be fun. A way to be sure you bring the right attitude to whatever you're doing. And I want to feel really good in everything I wear. I want to know that my clothes fit me and are attractive and appropriate for the occasion. I want to be physically comfortable as well. I believe wearing too-tight pants or shirts so low they make me self-conscious it's just not right.
I intend to bring more creativity into my life by incorporating it into everything I do. I will try new things, and every time I wear something I'm not so sure about, I will think of it as a step toward the daring life I've always wanted to live. After all, if you're scared to wear dayglo nail polish, will you ever get around to those big dreams you've been hanging on to? You've got to start somewhere!

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Now, a little present to myself and to anyone who views this boring journal. (?) Haha.
I'm.. speechless. That man is AFUCKINGMAZING! And he reminds me so much of Rhage.. *sigh* He's glorious.