I don't know why I have very little to write about lately. School is going well, apart from my political science class. I've been meeting lots of new people. This would normally terrify me, but it hasn't so far. Hairline cracks and shifts. This is progress. This is how it should be. And so I smile.
You are strange. I don't know what to do with you, ever. I know that when you are within several feet of me, I am eerily peaceful and content. And I know that when I drive by the parking lots, I feel hopeful and a little sad and I miss you all at once. You will endlessly amuse me with your forced laughter and ability to say the most honest things. You have not kissed me yet. I am not sure what that means.
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This will probably be my last comment, as I'm sure that you don't want to hear from me.
But I will keep writing. Your writing is beautiful and I'm always glad when I see a new entry here.
I'm glad you're meeting new people. I need to do that, except I can't. I need to be honest: I'm not going to try to meet anyone anymore because I'm not worth meeting.
And I know the second part isn't about me. I wish it were.
But whoever it is must be really special to you. I hope he or she sees this and realizes how much they mean to you.
I'm sorry. I can't even type right.
I meant to say "But I will keep reading.", not writing.
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