Me:Right now I'm good! :) Although my past week in a nutshell is: work crush quit, had a party for him, we all drank a bit, he tried to kiss me, I said no because felt like he wanted to hook up with any willing piece of ass. Lost my phone and got a new one. You?
Friend:I'm taking summer classes so I have no life!
Me:Haha it happens and yay school/learning!
Friend:How exciting though that he made a move!!
Me:I LOVE that you see it that way and you are totally right, haha!
Friend:It's like a check off the to do list!
Me:I'm not sure what to-do list you have for me but I like it!
Friend:Wouldn't you like to know my life to do lists!
Seriously not fair how much better I feel after talking to two of the best friends. Plus a couple of days of my own figuring it out, but I’d like to thank my friends. Also, I’d like to take a moment to thank my standards. My fear and insecurities can go fuck off, but standards, thank you for keeping me classy. To guilt, I was/am still going to feel you even if I don’t really have a reason, but apparently making someone’s night unhappy, even if it is a drunk, horny boy’s night who is looking for any piece of ass (not necessarily mine), will still make me feel bad. I’ll chalk this up to being a good person. Resiliency, you keep on bouncing back and I will too. The impetuous side of me will keep me feeling embarrassed but also keep me living and not going through the act of it.
I’m over this whole situation. </wordtoyourmother>
I really can't picture anyone having a crush on me. I can’t picture someone thinking about me before they fall asleep, or telling their friends about me. I can’t picture anyone getting butterflies because I said hi to them, or even just smiled at them. I can’t picture someone smiling at the computer screen or their phones when we’re talking.
This sentence has five words. Here are five more words. Five-word sentences are fine. But several together become monotonous. Listen to what is happening. The writing is getting boring. The sound of it drones. It’s like a stuck record. The ear demands some variety. Now listen….