dear diary.

so, i got asked out and i chickened out. funny, huh? i always complain about not being asked out and when i finally do, i chicken out. and i wasn't like that at all. i was fierce. i honoured my long red hair! if i got asked out, either i went or i blew the guy off. and, guess what... could not blow him off, could not go either. so i just made up some lousy excuse. and now i'm trying to figure out what to do. should i tell him in his face? well, look, i'm not ready for that. i still have issues about mr x so and so. i just have no interest in dating you. that would be harsh and mean. or maybe i could just disappear. i hate meeting guys that live in my neighbourhood. really do. and i seem to can never escape them. they just throw themselves in my direction!

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tipo assim uma menina de 15 anos. quando eu vou crescer mesmo, hein?

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ouvindo: wonderwall - ryan adams.