The longer I hang out with the guys the more I long to be like them. I probably never will be though, I'll fake enjoying Soccer, Hockey, Football, probably forever but I'll never enjoy it, *truly*. I long to be in a serious relationship. What am I fifty? Does it matter? Should it? So if it doesn't matter then why do I never persue? Why am I able to
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...you may not be *gay*, you could be bisexual, granted that doesn't help and *I* don't think you are. I am *pretty* sure you are straight, but what does that mean? Nothing really.
As well as, for formal almost *nobody* of the hallway is going to have a date. Excepting like Kieran and Keith and Haley... Other than that we are all single-folk anyways so that really shouldn't hinder you wanting to go... if you *really* wanted to, or if you just feel you *have* to. I think someone is forcing me to go. That would mean I would have to get like... nice clothing or something. groanage.
I don't know what else to say, or even if what I said is mildly coherent, or made you feel better, or anything. So... I am going to shut up right now.
one hug.
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I would *e-hug* you but I feel wierd typing that.
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Just type hug. No need for that 'e' stuff... plus that reminds me of "natural logs" (e) in calc. shudders.
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