So I guess I must call, I guess I must call.


If I lose this one, if I don't get a chance I will turn gay, well I'm happy most of the days, but this time I think I'll become queer.


Damn this thing is killing me, so much thoughts that I turn out to become even more insane than I'm allready.


But the worst part of it all is that I haven't got any clue what to do with her. It's winter, so no sitting in a park and talking. But a café seems so wrong, so you know.


Deep in my mind I allready stopped to believe this whole thing with her is turning out good, it seems to me that I don't deserve her at the moment, that I might never will. Sucks but sometimes, really often to be honest, I think like this, I even started to believe it a couple of times.


All I know this is a hard time for me and I should put an end to it before it messes me up too much.


Life is about challenges, risk it, or beat it.








If only I could pick up the phone...