Buttt, I asked one of the employees at Hot Topic for his number. Didn't get it, but he was a sweety about telling me no. Then, for most of the ride home I figured something out. I've loved Peanut Butter since I saw her. The very first time. When I was five. I probably didn't understand the feeling, but that's why I talked to her, why it hurt when she got a boyfriend. Why anytime we were up late, talking and laughing, I wanted to hold her.
I can't tell her. Long distance relationships are stupid unless you're in one before they leave. Sigh. Oh well.
Or maybe I'm hungry. Not for food, but love. I wish I was loved. I pour my love to everyone else that I'm left empty. Sighh.
Ok, I've decidedd -drum roll please- that I am going to make the other blog. The one for me writing. No one has to actually read it because the stories will probably not actually end.
Uhm... I'm writing right now, to be completely honest. It's something I enjoy doing. A lot.
Alright, I've got an awful headache, so I'm going to quit making this post, go make the other blog, and then continue writing. Goodnight, everyone. And don't eat too much on Mother's Day.
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