blujazzmunki

You know when you wish you hadn't written something? Well that's how I feel about my last journal entry. I left it so brief and unexplained, it was just a slogan, a slogan of feeling uncared for, yet it never did explain truly how I felt.
I don't hate girls, I merely wish I was given more attention, because I'm fed up of being told I'm good looking by friends and people on the net, and then being turned away by every girl and her pussy It just makes me wonder, what on hell comes out of my mouth that is so offensive, what I'm doing so wrong? I think I may sign up to be a case study on one of these naff dating programmes and see what they discover. I know I find it difficult to talk to girls that I'm interested in, but then I find it difficult to talk most people at times. I'm a little anti-social, though my parents deny this fact. I'm certainly insecure, I'm forever falling down trapdoors and potholes, and seeing as my arms so skinny and weak, it takes me time to get back to my feet.
Anyway, I made one terrible mistake, asked one of jen's friends to find out how jen feels about me, it's stupid, I know I'm not meant to go through friends, but sometimes it feels the only way.
Where for art thou my gurlie?