Today was... emotional. And I'm not sure if it was a good thing or not.
I went to a synchronized skating competition. And I loved every moment of it. The cheering, the makeup, the hairspray... It was fabulous. And the people... I grew up with them. They're family to me. I miss all of it so much. And there were a few tears.
And then going to hang out with one of my best friends, that was fabulous as well. We got to have a deep conversation, interrupted by squeeing over stupid pretty boys and comments about glitter being on my socks, and we ate gross greasy food. And just in general enjoyed one another's company.
But coming home, something in me broke. I was listening to Secondhand Serenade, as I do. The song Vulnerable just really gets me. And I was thinking, if a guy who was interested in me (which, frankly, they don't seem to be :/ ) was musically inclined, it would make me RIDICULOUSLY happy if he sang that song to me. If he could play it on the acoustic guitar at the same time... -swoon-
But I'm getting ahead of myself. I need to like myself a lot more before I can expect for a boy to like me.
Goodnight, blog.
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