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Sunday, October 08, 2006
there's no bloody thing called love.

listening to: a little less sixteen candles, a little more touch me - fall out boy.

I don't blame you for being you, but you can't blame me for hating it.
...why don't you just drop dead?

Oh yeah. This is utterly confusing. And crazy. It's this thing that happens to you when you're purely infatuated with one person. Suddenly, all he is is all you want. But what happens if he really is what you want? I don't want a baller. I don't want a ghetto guy. I don't want a nerd. I want a computer techie, I want a guy who prefers football over basketball. I want a guy's who's just...a normal guy. A normal guy who doesn't fall under any stereotype. I want a guy who could be really nice, smart all looking good at the same time. Actually, what I wanted in him, (haha! I finally have the right words to describe why I liked him) is that he was able to give me something that I needed, without me telling him what I longed for. A friend.

The thing is, I wanted a man. Not a boy.

But you really can't expect a man to sprout out of someone who's just about to turn 14. I mean, can you? 'Cause if you can, then tell me. I want someone who sees through me. I want someone who doesn't like me for how high my grades are (even if they're not...), how much money my parents make. I don't want anyone liking me because of something that's concrete. Or something that could easily be lost. I want that person to like me for who I am. Easy to say. I'm not good-looking like you guys. I'm not as thin as Gisele Bundchen (WHO IS?!). I have got a lot of substance to make up for the good looks that I don't have. But the thing is, will he be able to exchange that substance for what I don't have? Would he rather have the substance, than the good looks?

Oh boy. This is going to be a very long schoolyear.

P.S. I didn't know what I was talking about while writing this. It's sayang to delete all that I typed, so I might as well press the orange Publish button.