Guess I’ve just been to busy or whatever, though there’s some stuff I really should have gotten out the past few weeks but I just haven’t.
Though that’s not the point of this writing now.
This comes from that point of mini depression (for lack of a better word) that I put myself in watching sappy love movies. Tonight’s edition… The Vow…
I’m just feeling a sting of hopeless romantic. I’m trying but failing soberly to talk to a guy. I need a trigger and the first time we had a long conversation, it started with a drunken picture of my batman hoodie which is a mask, the second he called my friend, who got us talking, and I text him cause she was freaking out. It’s conversations like what we have that make me smile like I’ve never smiled before. I can feel it on the tip of my fingers, that if I wasn’t so awkward, I could have a chance of my reality being better than my dreams. We’ve shared a lot in these conversations and really they continue easily the next day, I just have issues starting it.
I don’t even know if I really like this kid, I’ve only met him in person once, and I was in my freakin pajama’s… well they were still pretty cool cause they were my batman ones, but still pjs. But he still talks to me so that’s still a plus.
Oh, yea and what kinda guy admits he knows the words to titanic and enjoys Shakespeare? I kinda love it, cause he quoted Shakespeare to me, again made me smile. I enjoy different.