i walked past my boyfriends house yesterday (yes he's my boyfriend, he just doesn't know it yet). He sat at his window, on his computer and i had heels on so I STOMPED extra hard with each step. Hoping he will hear and look over and finally realise this girl that walks past each day and peers into his window is quite special and in need of his attention. And maybe he would have asked me out or something or asked to to come over and listen to his new mix? But i stomped and stomped as many times as I could before I looked like a mad woman and he didn't move....not a flinch...I then I realised.....he wasn't going to budge. He had earphones in! FAIL.EPIC.FAIL.
'The role of a writer is not to say what we all can say, but what we are unable to say'. - Anais Nin. These words (unless otherwise stated) are all formed within my brain and somehow executed to form this journal.
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