on my mind: a boy
no, not at all. he's handsomer, older, kewler, and smarter. im creepy, young, odd, and lonely. which is why he is it, the possibility of my un-lonliness. my brain continues reason. maybe he would. but alas, i must awaken to my realism. he has so many more beautiful, bubbly, bright and button'y gals as possibilities.
remember what mummi says. let him find you. let him chase you. let him catch you. return back to biblical time. let the man lead, find you, and be you. sometimes i would love to slap her. imbecile sayings.
so challenging. boo
why does my brain work like this? stupid hormones.