Slowly Discarded Were The Remains of His Lonely Youth

Let me start this one with the disclaimer that in no way, shape, or form do I miss her. Blonde was never my color anyway.

I miss having a girlfriend. I like the late-night cuddles. They are my favorite. I've become quite asexual for a teenage boy lately, so it's not even about the ass... I miss having a girl I could be my complete self around. I could tell her anything. I mean ANYTHING. And I could do anything around her without fear of being judged. I can't say that for anyone anymore. I mean anyone.

Sure, my two little girlies are nice, but they don't cut it. They're close friends. Nothing more. I like saying I'm at peace with that, but we'll not get into that right now. I can't be my complete self around them. I can't act how I would if I were alone around them. I gotta be honest in saying I'm most myself around Andrew...

ick.

I need a girl. This sounds very desperate. It's not. I could get a girlfriend in a minute if I wanted. I know at least half a baker's dozen that would go for me should I want them. I'm just picky. It's as if I take as quiz for them and they all fail miserably.

I just got distracted.

I think it's time for new hair colors. spicy.