dreamer
I'm much better than where I was a month ago. I'm still not 100% and I may not be again for a while, especially in the upcoming months, but at least I know I'll be all right. dreams aren't what they used to be.
I've learned to like my hair. It'll look sexy in a month. But calling yourself 'sexy' is just...weird. Speaking of sexy, I'm not bringing sexy back. In fact, I hate that song and I hate it when people reference it. 'I brought sexy back LOLZZ.' No you didn't. Stuff it.
School starts in three weeks. Fuck that shit.
Impatience. I can dream about you if I can't hold you tonight. The dreams have been CRAZY this past week. Lately I've been dreaming about red velvet cake. It's out of control. It's a sign. I need to make a red velvet cake.
Soccer is amazing. I love playing. I just wish my legs didn't hurt so much that, in the mornings, I shuffle around my house like I'm 75 with titanium knees. I've been playing tennis with people from work as well. Sure, I'm the worst, but they were all on high school teams back in their prime while I played basketball (and I still can't shoot a basketball properly, go figure). It sucks because they all go back to school next week but at least it's been keeping me super-active. And learning how to play tennis is good for when I marry that rich doctor or lawyer and we have to go to our country house on the weekends and play with his in-laws. I don't want to have them show me up. I need to hold my own with his family.
What do women look for? Is it looks? Personality? Well a guy has to be at least somewhat good-looking in order to get to know that personality. Personality ultimately wins in the long run, and if humor is in that personality, extra extra bonus points. They just have to be interested in me, which doesn't happen because everyone wants to be my friend. It's in the name. Ruth means 'Compassionate friend' in Hebrew, or something to that effect...this is my attempt at advice. I should just go into psychology but I really don't want to. There's a lot of 'shoulda's but I've moved on.
"Life happens when you're not paying attention"...or some other random cliche quote about love and life
I don't deserve someone like you. But If I ever could, I swear I would love you for the rest of my life. Groundhog Day. I own it. You should watch it.
Tonight I'm running in the other direction, taking chances and doing it all without my secret love and obsession.
You win. I fucking hate you.
I'm glad that no one really understand this. Hey look, I updated.
I've learned to like my hair. It'll look sexy in a month. But calling yourself 'sexy' is just...weird. Speaking of sexy, I'm not bringing sexy back. In fact, I hate that song and I hate it when people reference it. 'I brought sexy back LOLZZ.' No you didn't. Stuff it.
School starts in three weeks. Fuck that shit.
Impatience. I can dream about you if I can't hold you tonight. The dreams have been CRAZY this past week. Lately I've been dreaming about red velvet cake. It's out of control. It's a sign. I need to make a red velvet cake.
Soccer is amazing. I love playing. I just wish my legs didn't hurt so much that, in the mornings, I shuffle around my house like I'm 75 with titanium knees. I've been playing tennis with people from work as well. Sure, I'm the worst, but they were all on high school teams back in their prime while I played basketball (and I still can't shoot a basketball properly, go figure). It sucks because they all go back to school next week but at least it's been keeping me super-active. And learning how to play tennis is good for when I marry that rich doctor or lawyer and we have to go to our country house on the weekends and play with his in-laws. I don't want to have them show me up. I need to hold my own with his family.
What do women look for? Is it looks? Personality? Well a guy has to be at least somewhat good-looking in order to get to know that personality. Personality ultimately wins in the long run, and if humor is in that personality, extra extra bonus points. They just have to be interested in me, which doesn't happen because everyone wants to be my friend. It's in the name. Ruth means 'Compassionate friend' in Hebrew, or something to that effect...this is my attempt at advice. I should just go into psychology but I really don't want to. There's a lot of 'shoulda's but I've moved on.
"Life happens when you're not paying attention"...or some other random cliche quote about love and life
I don't deserve someone like you. But If I ever could, I swear I would love you for the rest of my life. Groundhog Day. I own it. You should watch it.
Tonight I'm running in the other direction, taking chances and doing it all without my secret love and obsession.
You win. I fucking hate you.
I'm glad that no one really understand this. Hey look, I updated.