Ramblings Under The Influence Of Pseudophedrin
Supposedly, they call it chicken marasla. Whatever.
It's been awhile livejournal world. Does it still hurt? What she said to me, what I thought was, not so much a romantic entanglement, as much as...something. Whatever it was, it was nice those few times. Of course, the whole time I was nothing more than secondary, and knowing that hurts too.
Unfortunately, I don't think it's going to go anywhere, and I'm doing a pretty good job of getting over it. There's actually about two, possibly three other girls I'm willing to talk to. One, I like I don't know if I have a chance with, but I like her...unfortunately my timing has been rather off.
Ugh. Maybe she's just going to be a good friend, but I like her quite the bit.
It's been awhile livejournal world. Does it still hurt? What she said to me, what I thought was, not so much a romantic entanglement, as much as...something. Whatever it was, it was nice those few times. Of course, the whole time I was nothing more than secondary, and knowing that hurts too.
Unfortunately, I don't think it's going to go anywhere, and I'm doing a pretty good job of getting over it. There's actually about two, possibly three other girls I'm willing to talk to. One, I like I don't know if I have a chance with, but I like her...unfortunately my timing has been rather off.
Ugh. Maybe she's just going to be a good friend, but I like her quite the bit.