Tired tired tired.
On the other hand, finished the work of art that is my letter to Emily. 'Tis fucked up, truth be told. I feel like I'm intimidating the girl, just by telling the girl how much I like her. But, a small but pertinent part of me says, fuck it - let's be selfish and actually care about us for a while - let's do something that's actually gonna relieve some of this girl-problem bullshit you feel. So I spill a fair amount to Em. Although I do say that if she wants me to stop liking her, I can try. See.... I still haven't got a response, email wise. And that bothers me. If she says "no" I can deal. If she says "yes" I'll be fucked but happy. Ecstatic. Inter-goddamn-planetary. But when she doesn't respond.... I'm fucked. In limbo.

My icq number: 244749789
Contact my sweet self, biatches. And shaun.