We had an interesting chat last night and in a way, it's a good thing it happened, but I guess I kind of freaked her out.  She got to see a darker side of me; hell, she asked me to talk, and anyone who's spoken to me privately and on a serious matter knows I'm not exactly the most optimistic person you'll ever meet.  I'm very grim about myself and others, and I think it may have frightened her a bit.  I can be totally bi-polar and I don't think she expected it.  I do feel bad I didn't properly ittirate my desire for her at that specific moment, but I'm sure she felt it was implied.  Seems she was very interested about the blog and that was a topic that came up every so often.  Why I don't exactly want her to read it, I'm not sure.  I guess I'm just afraid of exposing myself even more, no matter how ridiculous that may sound.  I don't exactly like having people know what I think.  Then again, I'm a blatant hypocrite; the only reason I write here is for people to read my thoughts, and when I don't write it's because no one reads it, hehe.  Quite the problem.

Welp, just getting that off seems to have made my day a lil better, I hate having to be home alone on a Saturday night.  Tick, tock goes the clock...