There are things people will never understand about you & there are things that you will never understand about yourself. I hate peanut butter but peanut butter cookies are my favorite. Just like I hate the telephone but I still talk on it. Just like me wishing I didn’t like girls but that will never prevent me from loving one. Just like me having a phobia of touching brass but still having brass doorknobs in your apartment. Well, that isn’t by choice, I just refuse to buy new ones & I also refuse to have to slide my hands all over the doorknobs to replace them. When alone, I never close any doors. My heart belongs to polished silver, sorry brass; it was just never meant to be.
I’ve completely lost sight of what I was writing about. I hate that. It happens more than often, you should see my “real” diary. It’s all over the place.
How is it you can have a horrible day and then slingshot into the next one & have one of the best days of your life? It’s like being manic depressive with your surroundings. Yesterday was so wonderful, for a minute I felt beautiful, wanted & adored. The things I have been needing from my awful Tuesday, my awful year, my awful lifetime. Suddenly life doesn’t look so horrible. And I am sure those aren’t the sweetest words but from a boy like me, they mean so much.