I have been sitting in my chair for the past hour or so,
trying to figure out the reason as to why I am so depressed
lately. Actually, I know the reason: Her. I don't really
know her, as in long talks and meaningful discussions. But
nevertheless, my mind constantly finds a way to connect
something I see, hear or think to her. I'm not really sure
what I expect to achieve by being depressed all the time,
but so far, I haven't found a better way to confront this
situation. I know that a more confident boy would just come
over to her, say some genius sentence like "Woman mine" and
not really care what the answer would be... but I'm just not
that kind of boy. I'm more of the kind that sits by his
table, depressed, and writes. I write short stories about
how depressing life is when you're shy or write short essays
about how much a pity it is that such a fine lad like me has
no girlfriend.
The way I figure it, if I won't do anything, I won't get
hurt. Right???