WolfBuni

Its scary how much a person changes. I'm not who I once was....  I'm not as innocent and sweet.  It used to be that in my dreams I couldn't hurt a fly, but I've since changed.  I wan to live between 2 extremes.  like 2 sides of a sword, or coin. I want to be that person that your scared to cross because I'm liable to beat the crap out of you... or be that person you could ask for the heavens and earth to move, and I would take on the Gods themselves to do it.  (*Note thats different than saying I'd take on God).   I want to be dangerous, so that your feel you must respect me, command authority, but I was to be kind and command love because t

My fear is in want of success. I want to be more: cultivate myself in every regard, and yet trapped, by my shortcomings. If self-cultivation is a function, then its range is bound by the domain, which is bound by time and shortcomings, forever limiting the maximum of my cultivation. 

Its past 3am and I'm just writing to write. Hoping that at the same time I don't go unnoticed, that my sentiments are not unfelt or unseen. That I'm not alone.. I really miss home! I miss cuddling with my parents. ANd my dog. I miss feeling protected. Its weird, because logically there's not much my parents could do, they can't keep evil monsters and criminal minds' killers from attacking me in my dreams, But none the less every night mare I had I crawled into their bed, no matter what.  My dad has big bear arms he would wrap is arm around me and I'd hold his arm, and out my head against mom. There's something distinctive about wh