Shukketsu-Sakura

          Everything is so heavy. Sometimes, I wonder when I'll finally work up the guts to let this weight roll off of my shoulders. It gets really old, carrying it around all of the time. No matter what I do, or what I tell myself, I always end up thinking and worrying and coddling over things so much that I make myself sick. Even though people tell me, "It'll all work out how it's supposed to, don't worry"—and I tell myself, "Quit worrying about it, it's not going to make a difference"—I still do. And I just wish I could stop. ...It's destroying me.     

1. Do you want to sign up as an adopter or be adopted? i'm signing up to be adopted. :D 2. On the member list, what category would you like to appear in? (ie, prose, poetry, or both.) prose. i'm not a good enough poet [or often enough, for that matter] to ever EVER share. 3. Would you like to be paired up with a writer by staff? If yes, fill in the profile below. [If not, you will appear on the member list and it will be up to you individually to contact an adopter or adoptee from that same list.] i'll see if some random awesome person wants me. so no thanks for now. ;) 4. When you're paired, may we forward the profile you submit to u