ndslotesse's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Again...continue, please. Dear Diary, Okay, so maybe I left you hanging on that last one. I'm sorry, it was getting long so I decided to write another one to compensate and make more sense of the previous entry. I love Scott. God, you're probably thinking...where the hell did that come from!?!!?!? May in love!? Wait, hold up. Are you drunk? What the hell are you smoking? Wait...a Rockhurst guy!? Omgod, someone killed May...who the hell are you!? Yeah, I get it all the time. So screw me. I made another contradiction that would probably affect the rest of my life. He has affected my life. He makes me happy to wake up in the morning. But sometimes I get upset, 'cause all I think about is him. I am sprung. And you wouldn't have thought this feeling would have lasted because of my expiration date on him. But he makes everything so different. I love him. And he loves me. Geeze, that is the oddest feeling in the world to try and say those words. It was hell the first time I said it to him. And it must have been the same for him, I could tell. I am going against all morals and principles lately. Saying I am in love to a Rockhurst guy?! That is one of the things, I thought I'd never do. But here I am, totally head over heels for this guy. I never want it to end, even though I know it inevitably will...especially since I'm moving. But, that's a different story. I am trying to say all the things I want to say, to tell you how much I care and how me means to me. About all the details on why I've fallen for someone. Why I went against all of my words and contradicted this diary basically. So, I'm here to tell you that I am going to start a new one...this one doesn't sound like me as much as I thought it did. Or might sound more like me than it has ever. But still...my negetive thoughts and depressing and reluctant words he knows about. The way I told him I could never love him enough to trust him, or how it would never work, or how we would never work 'cause we are to different, or how it will inevitabley end, how we are so young and we have no idea what love is...all of this I had said, and he still chooses to love me. I love him. And he loves me. With care, P.S It feels sooo good to be wanted. 9:13 a.m. - 2002-09-01 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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