Stupid self.

I really should have rang. Why is it so damn hard, what is wrong with me? Everyone else makes it look easy, and to them it may be. But not to me. Sheesh. I hate to make this thing such a depressing read, writing about nothing but my own annoyance with my insecurities. But no matter how many times I say that, that is how it ends up. And I am doing it again. Let's try doing this positively.

I sent a text, so at least she has my number now. It was going to be asking her out, but thats just a little too hard for me it seems. But it did kind of say that it would happen. And I will make it happen. And then everything will be nice and positive and I will have nothing to complain about. Of course...

I am just so tired of pretending all the time. I want someone I can talk to honestly, like you. By which I mean this whole blog thing. It is useful for that. She is the only person I have met in a long time who I could honestly imagine talking truely honestly to, as well as being the most interesting one for years. Funny how conversation is the thing I am most attracted to.

And on another note, I have a music blog now. Of a kind. Seems to be the cool thing to do these days, and it is my sad attempt at repaying the internet back for the weeks of incredible music it has introduced me to.