Hello person.
I don't know who you are, but by the fact that you're reading these very words alone, you can't be too bad.
I've been doing some thinking. (You: That's a first! Me: Oh, wow. You are hilarious. Have you considered doing stand-up?)
Well... I concluded that I need some help. Like, romantic help.
If you were hoping for a zom-blog this evening... I'm sorry. I'll throw in the word "BRAINS" to liven things up.
So, I've got to the point where my approach to this kind of thing is showing absolutely no signs of progress. BRAINS. And I'm sad.
How come the 'be as nice as you can and complement often' strategy has got me nowhere so far? Huh? What's up with that? BRAINS!
Well, I suppose that my awkward shyness around everyone (especially girls) isn't hugely impressive or BRAINS desirable...
Even so... That can't be completely it. I must BRAINS fall short elsewhere, I just can't see how... Which is where I need help.
To be completely honest, I do have a few crushes on fellow survivorettes, but it's painfully BRAINS obvious they don't fancy me.
Anyway, I could really do with some advice. BRAINS.
Liking someone who doesn't like BRAINS you back is kinda difficult... But I guess you don't miss what you never had...
Kind of like... If it was only ever a dream, you can't get massively upset about not having it. BRAINS. Because it's only a dream.
Eventually I might meet a girl who can stand me... But... How long is eventually? Eternity? BRAINS?
Damn it... You have to help me. I just don't know what to BRAINS do to make myself visible and viable...
Maybe I should spend less time in front of the computer and more time... I dunno BRAINS... Baking cakes or playing badminton.
Oh, if only it were that simple... Y'know... I'm starting to think there's no 'I' in 'Love'... BRAINS or in 'Apocalypse'.
Right, enough with the BRAINS and the wallowing in my own romantic ineptitude. Time for sleep.
Erm... I wonder what my dreams will be about tonight... ;-)
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