So, I told Herren I was spiralling out of control given the newly discovered facts. And no joke, I think I am. I keep thinking about all the times I used to gaze at him and think about him and listen to sad, romantic songs and just dream and dream and dream.
And now, it's like... HOLY FUCK. And how I used to try and talk to him and get to know him and organize my times so we'd get a chance to talk.
Seriously. It's a joke. My life is actually a joke. I quite honestly don't know how to feel right now. I know it's so hilarious and ridiculous but it just doesn't make sense in my mind right now. I'm trying to match up the words "gay" with all the times I thought he was the perfect guy for me.
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About Me
- Junaberry
- I'm a student from Australia who used to have a lot of time on her hands but doesn't have that much anymore. Now she has other stuff on her hands.
3 comments:
i really thought all your comments related to f were made with good humour/for good reading.. i would've told you it was seriously unhealthy ages ago otherwise...
you tell me I should write meg-cabot-esque chick lit... i'd read yours over mine anyday.
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they were partly in good humour. but i think the good humour led onto smething else..
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