I am sad, sad, sad, in the depths of despair.
Maybe I’d just reread Anne of Green Gables or something…
It was storming earlier, I wish it would start again. I love lying in my bed with thunder shaking my heart and lightning lighting up my room and my flame.
I get so excited at midnight tempêtes (French word for storm). They are the best way to get excited in real life. But the storm was mild and now is gone and I am sad. I have a bunch of new S.P.F. fantasies… SIGH. Every time I read I get wrapped up in my dreams and have to reread and reread the passages.
I still have that problem. I mean, not the celebrity crush fantasies, but difficulty concentrating while I read.
I have a headache and there is nothing like real life and I hate it. I don’t hate myself anymore. Now I hate people (except for S.P.F.) My pen is running out and so is my time.
Oh geez. Was I trying to be poetic?
When will I be famous?
Ahh yes, the eternal question. *eye roll*
That, along with meeting S.P.F. is my unattainable goal.
Well, at least I knew these goals were unattainable.
I want to die an old maid.
Yeah, I must have been reading Anne of Green Gables.
Literally I don’t ever want my virginity to be robbed from me. Although I must admit I would give it to S.P.F. if he wanted it and he wore protection.
LOL! I was cringing and then I saved it with some good old ’90s sex ed.
I will save myself for him. So I guess I will die a young maid.
All I need now is a fainting couch.
I have changed in a year. I used to want a boyfriend, now I don’t. Unless of course it was S.P.F.
Yes, of course.
All the other guys I’ve liked I didn’t like the way I was feeling about them. But I like this feeling of devotion to S.P.F. He is different than all the others. It’s odd. Another thing that’s odd is that I’m writing so much in here lately. And when I start I can’t stop and I keep rereading it.
Purple moons and dancing shadows and bleeding tears and scary clouds and all those things.
I just… I mean… at least I never said things like that out loud.
If when I reread this, it doesn’t make sense, that’s ok, it doesn’t make sense now. PEOPLE ALPHABET. My next step, really… Don’t dig too deep.