Do you know how often I get writer's block? I don't know...but I know that this time it's really bad, and I wish that I didn't have it. I don't know. I can get one or two sentences down and then I can't think about anything anymore. I just wish I knew what I was thinking in my head and what not. I really mean that. I just want to be able to express my feelings and not think about anything else. Only, I think to that my feelings are a little more confused than any other time, I just don't feel like I should be doing this right now. I don't know what the fuck I'm talking about. Yes, yes, I think I've got it. My hands are moving at like 5315 miles a minute. My thoughts are almost back in order and as long as I don't think about it to much, I think it'll be fine. Okay. So, now that I'm over that. I can talk about whatever my little heart desires, pretty exciting huh? That's what I thought.
Him. You. He Who Must Not Be Named. Anyways, so Herman. Yes were going to call him Herman, because Herman seems to be the best name for him right now. There's some things going down with me and Herman. Well not really and not that he's aware of, but I think in a way he is aware totally and completely that he's aware of what's going on. And that's fine with me, I just don't want things to be at all awkward. But, I mean I'm holliejo so somethings are going to be slightly awkward if I say something to him...hmm...thinking thinking thinking. Anyways, so if you think about it, I'm just more highly confused than I ever thought that was humanly possible, because it's really hard liking your friend that lives upstairs with you and you see him at any time of the day! Even in the night when you're in the your pjs and your sitting there thinking about something completely out of the ordinary and you just tell him because you can and what not...and you get extremely embrassed because you have to live with him for the rest of the year. Anyway, I don't know what the fuck I'm talking about it, but it sure isn't fucking writer's block mother fuckers. Who wins now? OH I FUCKING DO! Bitches. Anyways, so yeah, I just don't think that I'm gonna tell him. Because I'm just not capable of that, because I'm holliejo and you're just to great of a person to have some person like me crushing on you. This is all and it's been great being able to reclaim my writing abilites.
holliejo :)
"Normally I get goosebumps at this part, but I don't think that my arms are working."