What I can't seem to grasp, other than my sanity, is love. This boy kisses my forehead and tells me how much I mean to him and how beautiful I am for weeks. It has to have been almost a complete month of this and he hasn't asked me to be his. Being the social anxiety having female creature I am, I haven't tried to be a modern age twenty first century female and ask him myself.
Boy am I a pathetic excuse of a person. :)
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Late Night Thoughts
DiversosThis is mostly stories that are used rant without directly ranting. It makes me feel much better so I don't really care that no one reads this. As long as I'm happy, nothing else matters. (That's a total lie. I'm way more caring than I should be.)
