Do you have a diary, like literally a daily dairy? Yes, I do.
Did you ever write anything on it? Sometimes.
What do you write? Anything. Every thoughts. Every feelings, even love.
Did you ever re-read your diary? Almost every time. Then, I feel dumb for writing those words.
Why do you feel dumb? It’s a long answer, though. Do you really have time to hear the story?
10/12 – He smiles at me.
17/12 – The very first introduction of ours.
18/12 – He follows my twitter.
19/12 – I follow him back on twitter.
19/12 – He mentions me.
20/12 – He asks for my blackberry pin.
21/12 – We start texting each other.
30/12 – We
almost stop texting.
Don’t you feel dumb after writing that? You spare the precious little time of yours to just write that. People may think that ‘he’ is the love of your life. People may think that you are undoubtedly love that guy. Now, I will give you the situation, so that you’ll be informed of every inch for what purpose I get the impression like I am the most thickheaded person in this earth. That guy is not mine. I mean not freely-soon-to-be mine. He is in the rumor with someone else, and that someone else is my friend. Confusion in mind, heart, too. Should I give up, or not?
I hear this saying a lot:
That typical girl.