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You know there are a lot of things I wish I could talk about, but I’m scarred that people I know might read this blog. I’m pretty sure that no one actually reads this blog, but I’d be mighty embarrassed if someone I did know read this and saw me open up about what’s on my mind. I guess that’s what a blog should be for right? Me ranting and raving about whatever I want, just throwing it out there. To hell with who ever reads it. So, I’m going to do it. I’m going to expose, and potentially embarrass, myself.
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Fuck it.
The thing on my mind right now if how pathetic I am. Why is it that I always find myself falling in love with any woman who shows me the slightest bit of kindness. Well, I guess love is a strong word for it. I dunno what the right word for it would be. It’s not lust. I just find myself moved in some way, and thinking that maybe they like me. Which of course it would seem that they do, but not in the way that I hope. I dunno, I guess I’m just a lost little boy who doesn’t understand how the real world works. Maybe I’m just going to be incapable of being friends with anyone of the opposite sex. Which I’ve heard is impossible to do. I just don’t know what it is. It’s everytime they laugh at a joke I make, or smile at me or give me a hug, I think “hey, they must like me right?” This isn’t healthy, because I always get my hopes up only to have them crushed. I’m just not turning out to be the type of person I thought I would be. I think that’s all I can write about it now. I’m sure this will come up again in the future, after all it’s ont on the internet now, and I can never take it back.
You know there are a lot of things I wish I could talk about, but I’m scarred that people I know might read this blog. I’m pretty sure that no one actually reads this blog, but I’d be mighty embarrassed if someone I did know read this and saw me open up about what’s on my mind. I guess that’s what a blog should be for right? Me ranting and raving about whatever I want, just throwing it out there. To hell with who ever reads it. So, I’m going to do it. I’m going to expose, and potentially embarrass, myself.
…
Fuck it.
The thing on my mind right now if how pathetic I am. Why is it that I always find myself falling in love with any woman who shows me the slightest bit of kindness. Well, I guess love is a strong word for it. I dunno what the right word for it would be. It’s not lust. I just find myself moved in some way, and thinking that maybe they like me. Which of course it would seem that they do, but not in the way that I hope. I dunno, I guess I’m just a lost little boy who doesn’t understand how the real world works. Maybe I’m just going to be incapable of being friends with anyone of the opposite sex. Which I’ve heard is impossible to do. I just don’t know what it is. It’s everytime they laugh at a joke I make, or smile at me or give me a hug, I think “hey, they must like me right?” This isn’t healthy, because I always get my hopes up only to have them crushed. I’m just not turning out to be the type of person I thought I would be. I think that’s all I can write about it now. I’m sure this will come up again in the future, after all it’s ont on the internet now, and I can never take it back.
…
Fuck it.
The thing on my mind right now if how pathetic I am. Why is it that I always find myself falling in love with any woman who shows me the slightest bit of kindness. Well, I guess love is a strong word for it. I dunno what the right word for it would be. It’s not lust. I just find myself moved in some way, and thinking that maybe they like me. Which of course it would seem that they do, but not in the way that I hope. I dunno, I guess I’m just a lost little boy who doesn’t understand how the real world works. Maybe I’m just going to be incapable of being friends with anyone of the opposite sex. Which I’ve heard is impossible to do. I just don’t know what it is. It’s everytime they laugh at a joke I make, or smile at me or give me a hug, I think “hey, they must like me right?” This isn’t healthy, because I always get my hopes up only to have them crushed. I’m just not turning out to be the type of person I thought I would be. I think that’s all I can write about it now. I’m sure this will come up again in the future, after all it’s ont on the internet now, and I can never take it back.