The Love-Ridden Angst of A Teenage Drama Queen

I had an amazing dream last night. The best dream I've had in a while, if maybe ever. The kind of dream that, when you're pulling up out of it and drifting back to reality, you cling to, scrambling to stay asleep and  keep it going, keep it real.

Because of course I know it's not real. I mean I'm real, and he's real, but my chances with him are slim to none considering I chicken out every time I try to be at all flirtatious. Dreaming we were a couple....best thing ever. I know I need to realize that he's probably not interested. But that doesn't make him less gorgeous, funny, smart and kind. And softspoken. And effing perfect. And that doesn't make my dream less amazing.

I was up at 5:30 today. It bugs me that that's an extra half hour I could have slept in with visions of him and me and us floating around in my brain.

Ugh.

So how is everyone? I've lost a few followers, but I completely get it...I haven't posted in forever, and I'm not promising to post again for a while.
I just have no inspiration.
And I'm busy being a high school senior with AP's, college applications, a crap ton of homework, a job, and a social life.
Plus I just have no inspiration. I have nothing to write about! So annoying!
I am, as always, posting constantly at sweetconfrontation.tumblr.com.


Comment if y'all have any boy advice.


love,
me.