March hare.
The past week or so, I have been feeling giddy and stupidly happy. Everything is funny to me, and I have butterflies in my stomach. I feel like I am in love, but I don't have a target other than life itself.
I am getting active to meet people, the last week I must have made at least five new MSN contacts, met with three, of which two were *very* nice (the third was a girl I had asked to come along to meet the second guy, because she and he had dated and they were still on good terms and I was nervous. It's complicated).
The past two or three days, I have been feeling particularly weird; I have to take care of myself a bit.
I am getting active to meet people, the last week I must have made at least five new MSN contacts, met with three, of which two were *very* nice (the third was a girl I had asked to come along to meet the second guy, because she and he had dated and they were still on good terms and I was nervous. It's complicated).
The past two or three days, I have been feeling particularly weird; I have to take care of myself a bit.