It's not just emotional pain. It's physical.
I never thought it would get this intense, and yet here I am at midnight, blogging about it.
I hurt.
And it's a happy hurt, yet sad at the same time. Like a... I dunno. I can't even begin to make this coherent.
I walk around with a goofy grin plastered to my face whenever I see him. Guaranteed. It lasts roughly fifteen minutes, and I'm damn good at pushing it under a facade now, but you get what I mean. It's that happy-happy joy-joy, 'I can do f**king anything right now', on-top-of-the-world feeling. And it terrifies me. What am I supposed to do with this? Do I talk to him and get rejected and have that feeling shattered, or do I go on living with this amazingly sweet pain in the pit of my stomach?
Mmmmmeh. Emotional pensiveness is un-fun. But at least I'm not clogging up FaceBook anymore. :)
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
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About Me
- Quill
- I'm deliciously random, in case you couldn't tell from reading my blog. I go off on tangents--often. And I have mental mood swings. I can go from happy and optimistic to brooding and sulky in a matter of minutes. But I'm lovable. I own a vivid imagination, and a good heart. I'm a shoulder to cry on, if you need it, and I'll try and offer my best advice. In a nutshell, I think I'm a good person--not to be egotistic, or anything. Blargh. Oh, and I like to ramble, too. Just a bit. So I'm gonna stop now. Yeah. Just like that.
Tell 'im.
ReplyDeleteIt's ballsy and gutsy and terrifying, but not impossible. Also it's cleansing. Trust me.
When I was in that kind of a situation, I made a pact with a gal-pal who also had an infatuation. If one of us told our respective crushes, then the other would have to go through with telling hers within a week. No take-backs.
Honestly, what's the worst that could happen? ;)
-twitch-
ReplyDeleteWell, he could totally reject me and things would be forever awkward, for one.
Or he could say yes, and I'd freak out, and he's think about changing his mind. I could go on.
...I can't. I just can't. It's terrifying. And ballsy. And gutsy.
And I have neither balls nor guts. :D
Poppycock! You're plenty gutsy!
ReplyDeleteKind of!
Sort of.
XD Hmm. Well, I guess those are your options. Silently agonize or spill the beans.