My lovelife has been a disaster in the last 2 years. Wrong 'un, after wrong'un have come and gone. And i've gotten real down about this fact, like it was my fault. I genuinely thought that no "real life" boy would ever be attracted to me again.
This may well actually be the case, but i'm not stressed about it anymore.
There is a hot boy that comes into where i work occassionaly. I have had a bit of a crush on him for a while now. He came in thursday, and as usual, i got all goofy. And then, y'know what i did. I wrote my phone number on a piece of paper, and chased after him. And he texted. And we went on a date. Even if i never hear from him again, i think the fact that i managed to do that, AND get a date out of it is pretty fucking cool.
I'm feeling really good. College is going well, work isn't awful. And my friends are cool.
And finally someone had the decency to set me straight, i am straight now. And happy.
That is all for now.
This may well actually be the case, but i'm not stressed about it anymore.
There is a hot boy that comes into where i work occassionaly. I have had a bit of a crush on him for a while now. He came in thursday, and as usual, i got all goofy. And then, y'know what i did. I wrote my phone number on a piece of paper, and chased after him. And he texted. And we went on a date. Even if i never hear from him again, i think the fact that i managed to do that, AND get a date out of it is pretty fucking cool.
I'm feeling really good. College is going well, work isn't awful. And my friends are cool.
And finally someone had the decency to set me straight, i am straight now. And happy.
That is all for now.














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