In other news, I'm wondering if I still want to go through with clogging. I know, it'd be a great activity to get me out of the house but I don't have a passion for it. Yeah, I'm that shallow to have wanted to do it because Caleb does it. Pathetic, huh?
I'm not sure I can have any friends, at least not male ones. I can't seem to distinguish between friends and potentials so I keep expecting at least one of them to be a lover. Either that's majorly concieted of myself or my mental functions are just screwed up. I vote for the latter.
I've decided that in a hypothetical world where there's someone for everyone I would find the perfect boyfriend and live happily ever after. Sadly, this isn't a hypothetical world. This is reality folks, and I'm not going to find anyone. I'm broken goods and I don't fit anywhere. I've had countless people tell me I'm a great person and I'll make some guy a great boyfriend but when it comes down to it why aren't they that guy or why haven't I found him?
One short paragraph about just Caleb. That feeling I kept getting about him not being interested in me the same way I am him? It's right. Not to mention he deserves someone a lot better than me anyway.