About time...
I finally succumbed to the 24 hour long nausea spell my body's been fighting to overcome.
I'm not coming down with anything, and I'm not pregnant.
I'm worried, and scared, and anxious over a man I've never met (who, right now, is sicker than shit but still insists on working. *sigh* Oh, Nicky.).
Is this what being in a relationship feels like? When he's happy, I'm on top of the world. When he's sad, my heart breaks. When there's something seriously wrong (like there is this weekend) with him, I worry until I puke, literally.
As much as I don't want to look like some 15-year-old teenybopper (and mentally, I probably am), I'll say it: I love him. I love him more than any other man I've ever loved (yes, even Richard! That may be why we were never official. He knew he'd have to fight with Nick for my affections.)
You could say, if you wanted to get technical, I'm in a relationship. Not the most conventional, of course, because the closest I've ever been to him was 40 rows (should be 21, but c'est la vie) back in an arena filled with many, many other young women who feel the same as I do.
Alright, enough emo. I'm gonna get nostalgic for a bit, play some Sims 1, then curl up with my WWND? T-shirt and my Nicky dolly and try to get some sleep.
Tags later. Bleh.
I'm not coming down with anything, and I'm not pregnant.
I'm worried, and scared, and anxious over a man I've never met (who, right now, is sicker than shit but still insists on working. *sigh* Oh, Nicky.).
Is this what being in a relationship feels like? When he's happy, I'm on top of the world. When he's sad, my heart breaks. When there's something seriously wrong (like there is this weekend) with him, I worry until I puke, literally.
As much as I don't want to look like some 15-year-old teenybopper (and mentally, I probably am), I'll say it: I love him. I love him more than any other man I've ever loved (yes, even Richard! That may be why we were never official. He knew he'd have to fight with Nick for my affections.)
You could say, if you wanted to get technical, I'm in a relationship. Not the most conventional, of course, because the closest I've ever been to him was 40 rows (should be 21, but c'est la vie) back in an arena filled with many, many other young women who feel the same as I do.
Alright, enough emo. I'm gonna get nostalgic for a bit, play some Sims 1, then curl up with my WWND? T-shirt and my Nicky dolly and try to get some sleep.
Tags later. Bleh.