Being ill sucks. Staying in bed for more than a day puts me in a restless mood. Adding an alay into the equation results in fiasco. A fiasco in my mind. Jeez, I am head over heels. Oh please cure me. I hate being sick, and I can't stand missing someone like this.
Sometimes, I feel as if I'm in the twilight zone. The theme song plays over and over in my head. This object of my affection is so totally unlikely for me. I like tall guy, white and muscular, smart and articulate, clean cut and shaven, and he IS not even one of those things, for Pete's sake!! He's an alay, what more can you expect?
I'm a lost cause. For me to stoop this low is unforgivable. *pardon my expression, no offense to alays out there*. And to know that he's indifferent is the last straw. I think I should go see a shrink.
I miss him, I keep thinking about him. I realize that he's definitely not the first thing in my mind every time I wake up, but he's the one in mind before I sleep. I miss him. Yeah, alay or not, I miss him. :(
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