21.04 on 11.07

I kicked myself out of the ball park... it's all over... and the shameful thing is I ended it with "It's over" (me) "Okay" (Matt). And now I'm having the best conversation with him since fifth grade. Over. Such a cruel, short explanation, all crammed into a four letter word. Now I am going to refuse to date until tenth grade. I am sorry to anyone out there, though I doubt it, who may have feelings for me, I am not gonna put my heart on my sleeve or on the line again. If you love me enough, trust me, you can wait... I have waited before, you can too. Now we have a four day weekend. Yippee. Let's hope I don't doubt myself. Then again I always do that anyway. Ta Ta For Now. Call me on my cell, I'm lonely and need consolation.