Studying

He's mad at me.
Who cares?
Is it even worth it or even right to explain to someone that you didn't ever want them?
That you wanted an arm around you, a shoulder to lean on? A companion?
It'd just hurt him more to explain.
Let him be mad. Let him move on.

A thought I found that I had felt was important enough to write down.

Harmonica players seems overly erotic to me.
They're French kissing their instrument and making not very lovely sounds come out the other end.
Eaugh.

it's been a while....

She was at a bonfire tonight. A few stars were out, the guys were singing, and all was right.

She can only take it for so long, being the only girl who hasn't had someone. A girl who wants someone to love her, she who loves everyone so much. She only wants a little love in return.

They don't understand. They all have someone, someone who sees their imperfections, their weirdness as beautiful. 

If there ever is a guy, let him be a nice guy. They're all so nice -- she wonders if there are any nice guys left. One that she can belong to. She really just wants to belong to one. One, that's all, just one. The right one. A man she can love with all her might and know she is loved back. A man with a good smile, strong hands, a deep laugh and an even deeper singing voice. A man who isn't afraid of being seen with her. A man who doesn't need affirmation of his masculinity. A man who can say no to her, and then make her laugh.

Anyone will do, as long as he's the right one.

If you wanna be my lover...

I just really want to be in a relationship. A GOOD relationship. That's why this is dumb. I am so impatient, wanting a guy to like me, and not just any old guy, or even any attractive guy, but the perfect guy.
I'm never going to find anyone like this, nor will anyone find me.
Because I'm dumb.
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Yeppers.
Toodles, noodles.

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review. Month one.

I love college.
The people are amazing...
I have made more friends here in a month than I  have in the course of m life.
We're all here with similar mindsets,
similar backgrounds, goals, families.
And we all understand each other.
I keep hearing it over and over.
I fel like I've known you my whole life.
I can't believe we weren't friends a month ago.
talking about visiting each other's states.
already.
A month into school.
It's so wonderful
Everyone is a friend
A comrade
A confidante.
Someone to trust, to look up to,
and the appreciate.
Maybe to love.

Older version of me

(Yet another "lost writing" I found)

I was told today that I have very attractive nose. Though silly, the compliment was genuine and it got me thinking.
The things that people who really love us like about us are so often the things that we ourselves are most uncomfortable with. For instance, I have never "liked" my nose, yet she was not the first to comment that my embarrasment was instead charming.
The same has been told me of facets of my personality.

I do like the word facet.
Certain words leap into my brain at opportune moments when I wish to appear intelligent, and facet is one of the few such words I use rather frequently.
-But not too frequently, of course.
I wish to appear educated, not like I'm faking intelligence.

(This makes me laugh now. It is curious how much people change in six months.)