I miss my roommate.  I thought maybe having the place to myself would be cool.  But it’s too big for one person, and it just makes me feel weird, knowing he isn’t here.  I know he is working hard, but man, he should come home so we can drink beer and play hockey and get silly.  

Today, an anonymous person I haven’t spoken with in a while hit me up.  This person didn’t really destroy my soul or make me feel shitty or anything, but things got weird between us when it would’ve been nice if they wouldn’t have.  This person is female, and whether or not she really feels the same way I feel/felt, is sort of irrelevant.  I enjoy looking way too far into things, over-analyzing, misinterpreting things.  It makes me feel like I am thinking the right way, and not letting anything get in the way of hurting me.  My problem, is once the over-analyzation’s start.  I start making myself paranoid.  I don’t want to see this person, tell them some things, and have them look at me as if I’m crazy.  It also makes me want to not say anything at all.  It would be easier.  Remain platonic, neutral, mysterious.  Everyone loves a great mystery.  Even me.  However, things are no mystery.  I am a dope, who is unbelievably quick to say how I am feeling, greatest downfall of me.  This post is probably pointless, stupid, ridiculous.  However, I just find myself feeling like I made a mistake on this one.  I could’ve had it go much better.  Maybe I can explain myself.  Maybe it really doesn’t matter?  Like I said, maybe I am over-analyzing things.  Maybe I should just go to bed.  

Yeah dude, go to bed.