I am, it seems, a hopeless romantic. News-fucking-flash.

I am this to my core, it is so much a part of me that any decision pertaining to love ultimately gets decided by my "heart". It may take a while, but it always wins.

I have spent a long time analyzing myself. As I assume everyone does internally, we are after all, our own most favourite topic and project.

That romanticism borderlines on naivety, even impracticality. And often way too idealistic. I've tried to temper this over the years, in fact I'm sure I've been perceived as a grumpy pessimist by many... But as I said, just can't shake the core. I blame my mother, my concept of God, and Disney. I've finally accepted that my idealism, romanticism, peter-panness is here to stay. If I ever change I'll slit my wrists and bid you all a fond farewell. That's what makes me me, and although sometimes I feel like I should change for various people in my life, they're in my life because of the person I was in the first place, so I should shut the fuck up and keep dreaming one day I'll finally step out the window and find my neverland.

I've already found my Wendy, so shouldn't be too far off.

Justin | 1:49 PM