Dear Pretty Women,

I'm shy and intimidated.

You seem to catch my eye,
While I fumble along trying to catch my breath.

When you look at me,
I only look away because I'm trying to hide...

Something?

It's nice when you stare, but it's also scary.

I like it when you talk to me,
but I don't look at you, probably because I'll get distracted.

It doesn't make sense to me either.

I suck at these things.

In the end I'm probably just the type to play the 'oh shit' game and panic.

Yeah, I don't know how to drop my guard.

Ehh...

Forget women, I'm just trying to have fun. And if 'fun' is getting involved with a woman someday, then I'll let it be. But for now, it doesn't look that way and i'll just find my infinite well of 'fun' from other sources.

That well is currently school and my future. Okay so, honestly planning is a pain in the ass. Hey, but what's love without the struggle? You only put yourself though hell because you love what you're doing. And at that point, not even hell itself can stop you from loving what you love. It's nice to be passionate and dream about achieving those dreams that you have fallen in love with. At some point, love will eventually bring you to that point where they're not dreams anymore because you're making it happen.

I like it when things happen.

My agenda grows bigger everyday. Get my Masters, work and make a living, get my PhD. Ultimately becoming a college professor, inspiring students like (some of) my professors have done for me. Do this, do that, yada, yada, yada. I have no idea what drives me to such goals, but I hardly think anyone can understand me. On top of that, I'm so immature and so 'outside the box'.

It's a weird combination, an immature over-achiever. How does it work?






Yeah....







...I don't know either.

Either way....I'll make it somehow, someway.