So, Im at the library again and I find that Im going through blog withdraw. I don't have anyplace to dump my excess thought, so its all piling up inside me like dirty laundry on the bedroom floor. I want to talk and talk and talk and. . .
But there are still things I cannot talk about, for instance, the boy I like. I would love to go on and on listing all his wonderful qualities, but then, what if he reads this? That would only be good if he felt the same way, and, lets face it, no guy has ever felt the same way. Its a darn shame, it truly is. I wish I could just skip to the part where Im already married. I just dont think its normal for a person to be 18 years old having NEVER gone out with anyone. Does this doom me to a life of spinsterhood? I cant spend my life alone, I talk too much. I would at least like to have someone in the room even if they aren't listening to me.
Well, I have to go, it doesn't feel as safe spilling my soul in the library.