I Have No Experience.

Every few months I miss Diana.

Honestly, she’s the girl that when I think of her, I want to lose more weight.

I have lost none.

Sigh. I’m deeply discouraged today. I am going to Europe though. In three weeks time.

(What’s with this writing thing? What’s with this way I talk?)

(Nowadays.)

Anyways.

Sigh. I burn inside.

Diana, well wait, pretty girls make me want to do something with my life. They give me drive.

I guess because it’s something to chase after (not that I chase after Diana, oh no, just pretty girls) but when I get ’em, I guess,

Hm. Maybe I just need something to waste my gas on. (Chasing-wise.) If I catch ’em…

I don’t think I like passengers.