a bunch of different people

I love you, you know.

A year later, I want what you offered. Is it too late?

I don’t know, I just don’t know.

The more I talk to you the less I want to.

Stop using that tone. Just stop.

I lie to you with increasing frequency.

You’re a sweetie.

I’m glad I got the guts to talk to you, you’re awesome.

I used to have the biggest crush on you.

I miss you.

I miss our conversations.

Please leave me alone.

Thank you.

things happen

I get busy.

Friends are useful, and help with the things the middle school girl won’t let you do.

Little miss middle school may never speak to my friend G again.  Ah well.

Anyhow, I’m starting over with the every day thing, so to speak, though I’m not counting.  Why the sudden rejuvenation?  I was doing a technology survey for the boy’s senior project, and one of the questions asked “do you have a website or blog?  Explain.”  My answer was ”I have a blog with a few posts and a lot of good intentions,” and I realized I wanted more than just good intentions.

Here we go!

I’m also shouting into nothingness, I need someone to read this.

metaphorically speaking . . .

There’s this middle school girl in my head. And every time I’m talking to a certain boy I like and one of the other parts of my mind starts getting ready to be really gutsy and say something, she turns bright red at the thought. Then conks the gutsy girl on the head with a 3-ring binder (those can get really heavy!). And gutsy girl wakes up later with a headache and starts plotting against middle school girl. She hasn’t managed to get around her yet.
My potential love life is being metaphorically held hostage by a metaphorical middle schooler with a metaphorical 3-ring binder.