2nd day. (not bad as I imagined that it would be.)

I never noticed him yesterday for my eyes never left the floor. I am, as usual, is on my routine of hiding my face. I never knew him. As I've said, I hardly know anyone in this class. I don't recall him from any of my classes, nor from seeing him, around the school. The seating plan said that his name was Rafael. Ah. He was named after an Angel. Well then, I'll call him Angel. Wait, could I trust it? Can I trust that dang projector? Whatever. Im loving that name already. I wanted to talk to him even though I know myself way too much to believe no such daring moves could be made. I told myself to stop. You'll just end up getting hurt, not to mention ignored, I thought. How many pathetic fishes have caught my shallow attention from the past year alone? 3? 4? 7? Nah. I lost count. I don't even want to remember my silly naive girl that I was. An attention seeking, affection craver that I am. Oh whatever. It's a little too late now.

Oh Cupid, how could you stick an arrow on my heart and not on his?

Written@9:46 PM
2.03.2009