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    I Hear You Knocking Down My Door...

    I Think I'm Cured...

    :: Sunday, July 03, 2005 ::

    Alright, this is now my third attempt at writing this entry.

    I really miss dating someone.

    Okay, obvious statement. However, I really just...do. I think within the span of four days, I did something with three different people, all on different days, and it was really nice to just have one person there. I don't know if I miss the physical aspects of someone just being there or emotional aspects of having someone like you or what it is, but I miss something. I've been getting increasingly lonely. Last night was awful. I mean, there's only so much your friends can do. We've hung out a lot this summer, but there are those times when you really just miss having someone. It is, of course, pointless to start dating someone as I'll be leaving for college in late August, but, dammit, I really wish someone had a crush on me. Who knows! Maybe it isn't pointless to start dating someone. But I wish someone had a crush on me.

    Well, that's a lovely way to start the entry. I don't know, I just got so unbearably lonely last night and I'm really very lonely right now. Of course, I'm sitting here with the lights out, a candle lit and (of course) depressing music playing. So this might be influencing this ever-so-slighty.

    Ugh, I really was trying to avoid this post being like that, so I'll try to balance it out. After graduation at Page's was awesome, summer is awesome, everything is awesome, orientation is in a few weeks, Wilmington is coming up, college is coming up, and all that stuff. My roommate's name is Christopher, but I'm assuming he probably goes by Chris, or, on the off chance he's a nonconformist (Or just a fan of That 70's Show) he might go by Topher. We shall see.

    You all need to read The Unbearable Lightness of Being. It. Is. Amazing. Like, seriously. I cried.

    Bah. I want to go hang out with just one person again. Just one. And not somebody who I hang out with regularly. Someone who I'm friends with, but only see when we're with a group. Like Robin, or Page, or Landon, or Sara, or Greg, or...somebody. And, dammit, I really miss Heidi.

    Alright, time to wrap it up. Mr. Whiteside needs to respond to my e-mail, the rain needs to stop, and everyone needs to download Lucky With Disease by Elbow. Oh, I love this song.

    :: Nick Sunday, July 03, 2005 [+] ::
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