*sigh*

I am a wuss. Despite years of trying to be a fearless badass, I cannot be.

I could send a friendly text of interest. I intend to at some point, but hell, I just really don't want be known as That Girl. You know the one, the strange obsessive one that everyone finds annoying.

And I realize it's probably because I do think about it a lot, which makes me feel obsessive, without actually doing anything about it.

But I suppose if I am forgotten about, I'd deserve it for being such a wuss. Life, you suck. Why do you continually plague me with bad timing?

*sigh* I'll send it anyway. At least I have things to look forward to this weekend.