Okay. So. I write all these lovely entries, right. One for every single day. I even wrote a love poem for Cillian. Guess what. I go look at my site. It's all gone. The stupid thing crashed and deleted all of my posts but my first three. I'm pissed off. I'm so mad right now that I've considered throwing my lap top at all wall. But considering the fact it was an upwards of 15 hundred dollars, I think I'll contain my anger. For now. But seriously? That was so much time and effort that has now just poofed. Sooooooo not okay.
I'm always looked at strangely when I tell people I'm a virgin. Common remarks are, "Really, but you are so pretty!", "Do you have Daddy problems or something?", and "You don't know what your missing.". I am going to touch on these comment/questions and hopefully give you a little insight on why I am still a virgin.
It always seem to be at night when this feeling takes control of the body. The entire day light hours are spent brooding, fixated on this one lonely idea that consumes everything else. This concept could be tiny, insignificant in the entire span of your life, but in that very moment it is everything. However, the daylight clears your thoughts enough to allow reason
Time: 3:36 am
Date: June 23rd 2013 Goodness gracious was I frightened out of my freaking mind. We’ve been talking for a couple days now and he wants to call me and talk to me. It is so freaking scary. I ask him before hand not to make fun of my stuttering, and he graciously agrees not to. Pinky promises, might I add. So I mentally prepare myself as the phone begins to ring. I answer on the first Well, I’m feeling awfully conflicted today. I have a little personal sort of kinda not really love triangle going on. Lemme explain and give you a back ground on each of my potential lover people things.
On one side we have Dallas. (Yes, I've changed the names.) Now, Dallas and I started talking right before me and my ex |