Well, I'm sad right now, and that's been happening a lot lately. I think mostly due to my haphazard way of falling in love with any cute girl who smiles at me in the hall. gah, is it wrong to want the whole world to be one endless fable of romanticism. Falling into it over and over. Of course now I see, this wouldn't leave room for anything new or interesting. But, I'm hopeless right, so that's the way it's gonna be for now. Staring into empty spaces, dreaming, showing up late, dreaming. Sometimes I want the clouds to come down and tell me they will be my love. Washed away for days, and me, not knowing when they'll be back. But they'll be back. That sounds nice doesn't it. Then I fail. Again. Ring around the Rosey, pocket full of who the fuck am I. Or, why is that question of value, at all. Now I'll get up and push my chair in, walk to the exit in the far corner, looking at all the empty faces. Then, it's then when I'm walking, that I wonder... How is it at all possible that any of this is real. It's bereft of love that shows it. Strips it to the bone. Wish me luck...