TGITEOTS (Thank God It's The End Of The Semester)

Going to the studio at the school today became a test in resisting temptation and lustful urges. Fear caused by past social experiences cause me to keep my distance from the people I admire, while doubt pokes a stick at my curiosity. A combination of sexual frustration that needs to be released mixed ever nicely with an honest want to find companionship leads to stalker-like behavior and what may very well be an acute development of nymphomania that can only be subdued by traumatic memories of that first real crush I had and the naive path I took to get where I am now.

Part of me wants that fairy tale to happen, where someone is secretly attracted to me that is impossibly out of my league. Or better yet, someone I secretly admire. That someone having more guts and bravery to take the risk that I cannot or will not depending on how you look at things. Oh, how lovely that would be if fairy tales were real and not a fabrication of dreams and wishes.