This "book" started as really just a collection of some personal thoughts I have written up about a boy...or two, then even more...Until all of a sudden, I went from unraveling how I felt about guys, to uncovering how I feel about myself. What started as embarrassing and naive diary entries about boys, began increasing immensely in depth overtime. Feel free to join me through my journey of feelings, experiencing, traveling, overthinking, and so much more if you'd like.
I have been fortunate that my life has been full of so much joy, memories, love, etc. Even if this tends to focus on my darker thoughts/fears, the circumstances surrounding the pain tend to outshine it. However, you can't blame me for over-explaining the pain of life on paper, I am a Scorpio after all, and when we feel, we feel hard.
So, you have been warned. Anything I publish here will be pure, raw, honest emotion about whoever/whatever I may currently find myself feeling drawn to and/or going through. The person and/or experiences in question that I may be writing about it is subject to change, just as ones heart does. Furthermore, not like it matters, but for my own comfort or reassurance, all names mentioned are fake, most likely randomly chosen in the moment as I write. I hope someone somewhere might be able to relate to what I'm saying upon my reflections, and if you do, I'm sorry you too feel so intensely with no solution in sight. We'll both be happy someday.
Love,
Alexandra <3
I try not to stare most of the time, but for some reason, tonight, I just couldn't look away. I've seen many pretty girls before in so many different places; Including the light rail, but for some reason tonight, she was just so much lovelier than any other girl I've ever seen. Why am I even getting worked up over her anyways? It's not like I'll ever see her again. Well, that's a perfect excuse to keep looking! I'll never see her again, so why does it matter if I continue to look. Well then, that settles it. I'll continue to look...
He was right. Normally, when I see a cute girl, I'm like eh, but because she's just so pretty, and also because I don't have much time left, I might as well. "I mean, come on dude, You might as well." What a perfect sign. I just said it, and now he just said it. Definitely means I gotta do it. I wanted to text him back to let him know I was going to. Even though he probably thinks ill chicken out at the last second. "Your right. I might as well."
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