ugh, another day...
...another emotional hangover.
this head of mine is still reeling about the e-mail i sent last night.
just what was i thinking?
why do i always (and i do mean always) send crazy lovesick e-mails to girls i like?
you think i would have learned by now.
the way infatuation works for me is this:
i am alone
i meet a girl
become friends with the girl
eventually think of the girl as more than a friend
withdraw from girl not knowing how to make the transition from friend to friend with girl pre-fix
realize i am missing a great oppurtunity
send girl e-mail
girl freaks out
and i go back to the top of the list
constantly repeating the cycle
its sad to think that the end of the relationship comes when i ask the girl out.
thats why i prefer fantasy over reality
thats why i write instead of romance
thats why i dread meeting new people
because reality is scary
because risks are hard to take
because shy kids who sit in corners of playgrounds
grow up to be shy adults who hide behind diaries and poetry.
because i can only talk about shallow nothingness
because the idea of true love is as detached from me as my ambition to become the first time traveling cowboy.
just figments of a child's imagination.
1:08 p.m. - 2003-10-14
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