This Couldn't be more true.

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After You've read my posts...
This goes double for females..
You HAVE to Read the article...

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I seriously do not know what is happening to me.
Schizophrenia?
It seems so unlikely.
Depression?
The symptoms some how don't match.

One thing I know for sure would be,
This cannot be the result of hormonal changes in my body.
I'm already past puberty.
Still, the constant mood swings are getting annoying.\
Fact is,
I'm getting annoyed...
Not just because of how lousy I feel.
But how the one gift that I have been bestowed with,
seems to always leave me when I need it the most.

I am at a lost for explanations.

After School, I met up with her again.
Truth be told,
I bumped into her unexpectedly.
Who am I talking about?
Gabriel of course (Gabrielle would be more correct as I'm
referring to a female).

It seems that every time I'm with her,
I cannot find the right things to say.
I always forget what I want to say,
Enraptured by her presence.

Her very presence stops my toungue in my mouth.
I find no witty comments to make.
Whilst I am rarely at a lost for words,
The words never seem to come out
when She's around.

I do not doubt that I am in love,

No,
Love would be a very strong word.
Could I use the word love in this case?
For it is only love,
when the love is returned.
No,
I am very sure that I am infatuated with her.
Thing is,
has she become bored?

I'm not sure.
I'm in no position to ask her for an answer.
I am in no condition to.
This week, I've been feeling lousy throughout,
could I handle any more shock?
I suspect this might just be a farce,
that she might be leading me on,
or that I am interpreting wrongly.
Why am I insecure?

I do not know.
But as long as she leads me on,
I will be lead as a dog on a leash is lead on.
For I have become far too attached.
I do not think that I could ever let go.
Yet, I desire to be with her for greater lengths of time,
But I always fail to amuse,
as I normally do,
with friends.

I have promised to amuse her as well as I could,
but I have failed.
To me,
She is more then a friend.

If only she could read this.
Would she think I was weak?
Reading this,
would she find me foolish?
Would it damage my cause?

I do not know.
I could weep.
Why do I persist?



I could cry.