bubbly and lovely: i'm too poor for therapy.
been there and back again. too many thoughts and opinions and hormones get me in trouble.
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11.05.2002
alternate universe
why can't i say: i like you. do you like me? no? ok let's go on as friends. yes? great, can i kiss you?
why can't i just grab him and make out with him in the bathroom. send him emails as he sits at the desk 2 feet from me. call him and tell him that i'd like to sleep in in the mornings with him. that just thinking of what he does, the good he is trying to do and is motivated to do and sees in his heart is necessary to do makes him one of the best people in the world to me. that i want to be there for him and support him, be on his sidelines cheering. and similarly, i want him on mine cheering for me. these feelings are silly, i know, since i barely know him.
oh whatever. i have a stupid homework thing to do ergh. why do i always start my homework at 2am? it's like being back in undergraduate again. sigh.
02:29
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