I remember being little and thinking about the things that I could do to get the girls. Its sad, really, because they're never as nice as I gave them credit as being. For example, there was this girl named Kelly who I liked back in the day, and I wrote this long, nice note and stuffed it in her locker. I don't recall the contents, but I'm sure it was along the lines of "Call me, I like you. Even if you don't like me, just call me tonight" or something. I heard later that she had read the note to her friends on the bus in a mocking tone. Yeah.
The same thing happens to a guy, over and over, until finally he decides to give up. Eventually though, a guy finds a girl (or a someone ;)) whom he really likes and who doesn't tear his heart out and spit on it. He tends to like this girl more than most, but not UN-realisticly. anyways, so it goes.
My journal at the time of my giving up has an entry, not two weeks later of me having a wonderful girlfriend. I digress, but forgot my first point, to be honest i dont care anymore.
There are matters that I hesitate to discuss on this blog. Not because they're personal or anything, just because they're too much. I dunno. Strange.
"My love is gone, gone. Carry on.
Remember when I told you that I loved you more than myself.
Well, I've cried and I've cried,
and it turns out I lied,
and I've never been so far from myself.
You're running, but you've got no place to go,
and you deny everything you know,
and you're looking for something to show you the way..."
SF - Far from yourself.
