It's Hectic Inside Taking that leap makes me paralyzed in fear. I don't like him, I don't need him, not at all. Who cares if he calls? Not me, we are just buddies, pals. My friends don't approve and I value their opinion along with everyone else's, I must admit. I don't need a man, especially one so dull, so one dimensional, so bland. But then why do I want to go hug him so hard my muscles shred to strips? Kiss him with such might that I forget everything and everyone, just for a little while. Is it my neediness taking flight on a poor man in the wrong place at the right time? I'll save him. It just takes some self control. I don't need him. Not one bit.

Pick Up Line #2 Are you French? Because MaDAMN! (;

Mary & Max I asked my mother. What will I be? Will I be pretty? Will I be rich? And here's what she said to me. Que sera, sera. Whatever will be, will be. The future's not ours to see. Que sera, sera.

Words, Words, Words. I give into the anxiety's pressure to break every once in awhile, it's true. A moment of release all the while accompanying the feeling of complete and utter embarrassment. Why? Why do I feel guilty for what I feel? Or rather how my feelings take shape into actions and words? I know I shouldn't be paralyzed by what words I choose, use, abuse, but they terrify me so. I get stuck in a glitch, waiting for the blessing of emotion.

Pick Up Line A:How do you spell me? B:M-E A:You forgot the D B:There is no D in M-E? A:Not yet. (;