I Have A New Interest

After, not even hours, but rather courses, of realization; the material in my blog seem very one-toned. It's as if all I think about is one person, one wish, one hope, one love. When really- well I guess it is somewhat true on some days (most days)- but point is: I AM NOT A LOVESICK CHILD! So there's a boy, it's gone no where, it looks like it's going no where. WE'LL GET OVER IT! It doesn't matter, it TRUELY doesn't. I'll change my topics, I promise. I don't want to think about it anymore either. It's history. Nice knowin' ya. Out the window. AUEVOIR.

But for the record: "His attention filled the hole in the middle of me."