a bunch of girly talk that'll make you sick

...Even when you've been hoping for a very long time.

The longer the hope the sooner the fairy tale (How on earth should that be punctuated?).

I'm getting good at talking myself into understanding things I don't really understand. I do a lot of backward thinking and speaking in riddles.

This summer I was thrilled to meet a boy and go out with him and become his friend and realize that we were quite obviously not interested in each other enough to actually want to speak to one another ever again...forever. It was great to cross him off my list (It helped that the feeling was mutual).

I think people sit around wasting time wishing to cross paths with the perfect one, when really they meet all sorts of eligible candidates every day. I think if I were a real live person, in the real live world, with a whole lot of guts, and absolutely no pride--I would ask out everyone I saw that even remotely appeared to be interesting in any way...at all.

I'd make a hobby of it.

It'd be nice to understand the ins and outs of...anyone, really.