Gah... I have these happy-spells, and then I start thinking, and suddenly I'm miserable. It all fit's in with my theory of relative happiness. You can't ever be happy, coz you'll never have everything, and the minute you become happy, you suddenly have time to think, and then you start thinking about all the things you don't have, and ftzzzzzzz said the happy-bubble.
Like now, I KIND OF want a guy. I think. Except I don't. At least not anyone I know. I think. Except maybe Danny. Except no. And then I think that I'm never going to meet someone I'll fall for again. But then again I thought that before Tenty came along, and whoop-dee-doo.
It may be a case of too little sleep. Danny stayed over tonight, SOBER (I think I have seen him actually sober on like... two occations... maybe)! And again absolutely no naughty buisness what so ever, we're talking not even a kiss. I've never spent the night with someone before who didn't at least grope me a little.
I'm not sure how I feel about it.
Or him.
I don't know if I actually feel some sort of spark, or if I just want to feel one, and tehrefore I do. The mind and heart of a narcissistic teenage girl works in mysterious ways.
Also hung out with Stu for a bit. I think I might have started collecting guys who like me atm. Guys I never actually enter the ballgame with, but who're just... hanging around in the stands (sports metaphors? Am I high? Do bears shit in the woods? I'm not sure).
Party on saturday with Beard-guy, and his room-mate, Another-BFF-Ex. Could have bagged at least two guys there (one was all heee-y let's dance, the other tried for 20 min to convince me not to go home to sleep, but to stay alone in the flat with him...). COLLECTOR MANIA!
Am I a bitch? I think I might be.
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