So... As from the title of this journal entry, I'm hoping you have the brain capacity to come to the conclusion that I resolved my earlier problem. In fact it wasn't that bad; after I had done it, of course. I realized that I was probably just (for once, for I rarely hardly EVER overexaggerate... I'm always UNDER<way>exaggerating) over exaggerating. I did like this guy... But I don't know. I didn't know him really. And it wasn't that hard to just say it was over. Probably because we both agreed upon it. So. There. Blunt, forthright Tasha finally came out and did it. Now... (how did I put this earlier?) "I don't have to pretend not to like it when other guys hit on me." Mean, I know. But he didn't want it either, so it makes it alright. wink
But now, I have new arising problems. I think though... That I will wait until they grow more in depth before I press upon them in a journal.
-With Much Relief & Light Heart,
Trasha.
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Love, Suicide, and Graves
Complicated words flowing from my eager little mind to my fingers which transfer weird little thoughts onto this computer screen... Enjoy.
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