and i'm still sort of like, ugh. i'm not even interested in going out with someone. like, back in the day (which, incidentaly, was a wednesday) i was like "i like a, b and c. and d" and now it's like "...yeah. no." and that makes me sad. i'm like paul rudd in 40 year old virgin. but, like not creepily obsessed.
i'm also generally sad at the fact that people keep so many secrets (myself included) that would probably benefit from being told. and a lot of secrets are kept in feelings of guilt and self-doubt. y me hace muy triste.
i feel like quoting shakespeare. parting is such sweet sorrow. it is the east, and juliet is the sun. ok, so i'm quoting romeo et juliet.
because i'm hopelessly in love with love.
and it won't go away.