When I fall, I fall hard. And when I crash, I burn. I always fall for the wrong guys. 5th grade guy... Suicidal clingy boy... Guy friend who just gets too awkward. Again with the moving on... I think it may have to become my hobby sometime soon. I want a boyfriend... but I just don't know who... More later..

We all have great expections and hopes of how something will turn out. We are hell bent on success and are completely convinced that we can, and will, get what we want. But wait... Then along comes reality. Everybody wave and say hi, before it screws you over. We all get hopes crushed. We should move on... But We can't. We won't We just dont want to. Or we just ignore reality and hope to hell that it works out... From the overworked mind of the psyeudonym Chuck. **These are metaphors for my life if you haven't guessed by now. Just a bit paranoid that someone I know might actually read these and know what I'm talking about...