this is not me
it is six in the morning. i woke up a few minutes ago from a strange dream feeling compelled to talk to Chad. i don't know why; but i still think he is one of the sexiest guys i've ever met despite him totally not being my usual "type." he told me the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me and in the process reenforced my distaste of relationships. he also gave me hope that perhaps there are a few other guys out there who have some modicum of intelligence. i feel like crying because of all of this; but mostly because someone, even if just for a moment, wanted to fall in love with me. that last part makes me happy and hopeful that it may happen again.
i can't stop myself.
i can't stop myself.