I have one HELL of a messed up brain. Am I proud of it? Sometimes. Not always of course.
I met two guys at the party:
Sean.
A lovely guy. A bit mad. A bit hyper (off all the energy drinks he fuels into his body) Cute.
Me and him got on very well. We played games, only him and me, Like slaps.. ^.^ Which was fun. I think he can tell I'm a childish person. Someone who likes to have some time to muck about and giggling at random things. He has facebook, and so we talk everyday, well everyday since the party. He has a girlfriend though. And I think they're happy. I haven't asked.. But he's the one who talks to me, which brings a smile to my lips. ANother bad point though, is that he's going to an army college. He obviously wants to go, But I have a fear bout such places.. He's going to take part in the dangerous life. The life I avoid contact with, the one i woosh away. And that also means that he'll be moving, moving away. Which sucks huge ASS..
Anyway, I met Ieuan.
Madder than Sean, protective.. not in an over the top way, as in he can take GOOD care of me.. (He knows I'm extremely clumsy) and just a lovable funny guy, who never fails to make me smile. I've met him once before, but too vaguely.
He helped me when I hurt my hand, he held me when he saw me looking a bit clueless. He swapped his band for my bracelet. He told me he'd promise to see me again, and we were also SO close to kissing, which sucks too.
And then there are people at school and other places.. Seriously, if I do go out with one of these guys, they'd better show me that they are my number one, and how much better they are from the rest, cos my mind won't take it if I still like other guys.. Unless I keep this quiet?
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