A work in progress:
I like to drive with the windows rolled down and the music turned up.
I love food, cooking and baking.
I love Disneyland and all things Disney.
I like anything pomegranate.
I like cars and drag racing.
I love Harry Potter.
I've always wanted to learn about photography.
The beach is my favorite place to be.
Hoodies can make me instantly comfortable.
I need music in my life.
I believe everything happens for a reason.
It’s a funny thing. There are days when I have no issues with. I feel confident, I can be flirty, feel good about the things that are going on in my life. And then there are days, like today, where I am left second guessing everything.
I went on a date Monday night and it went really well. I was pretty confident that I would hear from him the next day, and I did. But I have grown so accustom to things seeming like they went well and then never hearing from them again, or hearing from them for a few days and then having it fizzle out, that I find myself waiting for that to happen. I can’t help it. I try not to get my hopes up so they aren’t crushed, but when things seem to be going good, it’s hard. So, even though I know he had plans today before work and would probably be busy and not able to text much, I still thought I would hear from him. I know I should just give it time, I might just be worrying for nothing, but it’s so hard to do when situations like this happen so frequently to me.