Kurrs' Digital Tapestry of Words

So many little things flit about my mind, tangled together like kite string. I love you and I don't know how to show it, demonstrations of affection are half for the giver but aren't for an audience. I need to somehow shift gears, and apply for some jobs. I seem to fail at being single, always either being with someone or having someone being in the wings, my moon is perpetually hung. I saw Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead performed tonight, the two leads were absolutely fantastic. I want you but I don't know how to ask, and am afraid of emotional entanglements although I think you know that. I'm a bit lost, now that I don't have something to pine over or deal with, I can't help but always be left with the sensation of having nothing to do even though nothing is farther from the truth. My final for econometrics looms terrifyingly close, and I hardly understand the material before the midterm. I still love her, more than anything, and I've slipped with some of my rules, but she has now merely become a fact of my life, like gravity, something to be planned around not through (weird, use of the third instead of second person). Sometimes all I need is human contact, and I've got to learn that.

There, turn them all into strings and add a few dozen more. Wrap them into a ball and you have my mind right now.

As an aside, in case an antithesis is desired for my love life, read this.