I don’t know what is going on with me lately. well, I do- and I hate it so fucking much!
I miss the rush. the butterflies.
That special feeling when you wake up in the morning- and just smilie because you are going to see him today. and it does not matter that he is not yours, you are going to see him, speak with him, laugh with him.
Everything is at it’s place.
I don’t think that I miss him- the man I fell in love with, the one that I could not stop thinking about.I believe that I am just missing the idea of being in love. I miss the prospect of companionship, the idea that maybe I don’t have to do this alone anymore.
and I need sex. I never had a dry spell so long!!
I even had steamy fantasies about the librairian. and I hate that guy, he’s always threatening to kick me out when I snick in some soda. earlier today he came to my desk to annoy me once again, and suddenly all I could think about is him “punishing” me on one of the desks in the quiet rooms (who didn’t stay quiet for long). I was so mortified! I kept blushing and stuttering!
The sad part is that I can’t do hook-ups. I wish I could, really.
I don’t really know what I am doing. I don’t know what I want. and even if I did I am completely clueless when it comes to picking out men.
There is this one friend from class who is really great. and I think I want him. but he is a good guy, I don’t want to play with him.