I want to be loved to the point of madness

Once there was Dominic and Emily, and the whole world was red. 

Red, the colour of passion and heat and blood. 

Blood that would inevitably need to be spilled. 

Spilled like the glowing orange sky at sunset.

Sunset, the name he adpoted and she cherished.

Cherished like the jewel he was, in her eyes. 

Her eyes, that made him fall ‘madly in love’.

Love that will sustain them eternally.

Eternity - what comes after the wilderness.

Noun: a wistful desire to return in thought or in fact to a former time in one’s life, to one’s home or homeland, or to one’s family or friends; a sentimental yearning for the happiness of a former place or time.

AS - who hasn’t been AS for many years, but will always be AS in my mind. God you were bad for me, but I loved you for it. You made me laugh, you made me question, and for years now you’ve made me cry. I don’t think I want to be friends with you anymore, but I miss you.

AN. You just couldn’t find it within yourself to love me.

JDW, the original and the best; the one to whom all others will be compared. You vowed to love me with your dying breath, but it turned out that you were happy to let me go if it meant a few more breaths. Like a fool for fire I fall, with my pride and all…

The thunder calls for me.

I’m feeling really melancholic tonight. That’s never good for me.

Mmmm.

Stress leave is sounding good right now.

I have nine weeks left in my graduate diploma, but three thousand words left in my major assignment for this particular unit. I had such a beautiful plan worked out for this assignment - finish my reading last weekend and write my first thousand words, write another two thousand this weekend and next, then finalise and proof read it on Good Friday before submitting it. Easy, no? 

No.

It’s not easy.

My word count is 2102, not the 3000 it’s supposed to be. And much as though a measly thousand words should be easy enough to write (hell, I write thousands of words every week for work, Facebook, emails, etc) it’s KILLING ME. I am sitting at my dining table desperately trying to eek out thirty words here and there. 

Yet I am planning to enrol in my masters in 2013. 

Why do I do this to myself?!