Listening to: Amsterdam - Coldplay
Sometimes I hate the internet for stalling my literary career.
Then I realize it's the only reason I'm good at anything I do, so I can't really hate it.
Is it bad that I would totally, seriously, in all reality, marry him? Like if he seriously asked me, I would actually buy a plane ticket, go down to Vegas, and marry him. That's kind of ridiculous, considering that we have known each other for all of four days, and how much can one person 'know' about another person in four days?
But I mean, we just have lots in common. I guess I'm not used to having a lot in common with people. When I think about all my friends, I love them dearly, but we don't have that much in common. Only some things.
Besides, he shared his digital comics with me. Come on, God is trying to prove a point here, obviously.
I'm just rambling, I think.
This is probably why I won't get married until I'm 50.
He'd probably understand the SC though.
I don't think I'll ever understand why she makes me cry harder than anything else.