| I, honestly, don't even have a journal anymore. I don't have the patience or the life for it, I guess. So... Let's see. Update... Update.
I'm currently a hermit. I haven't even signed up for school yet. I have no job. I'm still fat.
Life rocks...?
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| Well. A little update on the girl who 'Can't imagine feeling that way' about me.
[10:29 A.M.]: So, I think I've might of been too brutal by saying I couldn't imagine liking you.
[10:33 A.M.]: It was just at the time, the way you talked about me, I was afraid you were extremely infatuated by me and since I wasn't sure if I would reciprocate the feeling I felt like the only way to make sure I wouldn't hurt you in the future was to try to stop these feelings now.
[10:35 A.M.]: And, I was sort of in a panicky mood too, so yeah.
To put it simply... I'm a flatterer. There's no other way to put it. I like giving compliments, and each of my compliments are from the heart. I'm not going to say it if I don't mean it, but if I DO mean it, I'll say it. This is especially true to girls I like. Apparently, she took that a bit differently... Though, it's understandable.
Maybe that means I have a chance.
Who knows?
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| Chocolate malts rock my socks.
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| ... Ya know what? Nah. I'm not going to take a hint. I'm going to drop the subject, yeah... But, I'm not going to give up. I'll just be there for her to pick her up if she falls, whether she can't imagine being with me or not.
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| [1:37 A.M.]: I mean I think you a cool person and, everything. But, I can't imagine reciprocating this feeling you have for me.
"Can't imagine". That's not a "Sorry, no." That's a "You have no chance in hell. "
I should just stop getting my hopes up.
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