I have a Book

Yeah, I have a little blue notebook filled with, ummm, crap pretty much. But perhaps more illustrated than the crap on here. Perhaps I will scan it sometime future self and remind you of it. It is almost full. I wonder what happens when it is full?

Seems like I have gone a VERY long time without mentioning that girl. Which is really only like 1 or 2 weeks. Probably less. Yup, exactly one week. Damn. Perhaps I don't need the courage to approach her, more just the courage to be able to be true to myself and comfortable with that. I constantly asked for the courage, and it never seemed to get me anywhere. Perhaps this different approach is what I need.

Notice how it is not up to me to do. Oh no. It is what I ask for. How damn sad is that? There is no good word for it, something to describe patheticness, sadness and self-pity all at once.