Last Night was Weird
I don't know what I feel. or what to feel.
But I sound like a self help book when it comes to love.
Either that or a broken record player because I have nothing else to talk about than boys.
Speaking of which, I was wrongfully bitched out last night and stayed up until way past my bed time divulging my thoughts on love as of late to the only boy I've ever felt anything for. He said I was just the person he wanted to talk to, but for no reason. Conversation went from social relations to causation and determinism to reminicing and who'd a thunk? I'm not sure why I bothered to mention this. But it made me think, and that I dont want to get in to.
I need to find something and do something with my life.
But I sound like a self help book when it comes to love.
Either that or a broken record player because I have nothing else to talk about than boys.
Speaking of which, I was wrongfully bitched out last night and stayed up until way past my bed time divulging my thoughts on love as of late to the only boy I've ever felt anything for. He said I was just the person he wanted to talk to, but for no reason. Conversation went from social relations to causation and determinism to reminicing and who'd a thunk? I'm not sure why I bothered to mention this. But it made me think, and that I dont want to get in to.
I need to find something and do something with my life.