find the love of my life

and perhaps he is not mormon?
he is fat though.
what the hell?

at borders. i was with my mom, he was with his. i knew he was the love of my life becuase he was nice to his mom and was carrying good books. he did not look at me once and he left and i will never see him again.

why are all boys mormon?
Atleast, every boy i end up having a cursh on is. I don’t even want to make it seem like once i find out the boy is moromon i am no longer intrigued. But i think… whats the point? I’m not super religous, im not a saint, im not going to have 7 kids soooo what now?

i always get crushes, and then once my crush likes me its like all the feels disperese and i do not like the damn boy any longer. I then start to focus on his flaws, i play the game of avoidance, is this normal? am i just a bitch? perhaps lesbianism is my calling? i just do not know any longer.
of course i live in a shitty town, whom am i expecting to stumble across? i go to a lame school with 400 kids- what are the odds?
love when will you come to play with my hair and kiss my face?