It seems to be the small things

It's been a month. Time to plug my brain into the internet:

So the election results are back. Yes, I did run for student council president.

I won. I got twice the amount of votes the opponent did.

I hate to boast - I really do. I promise...

Interesting trivia, too:

- I didn't promote myself as much as my opponent

- My posters were 1/5th the size of my opponent

- I didn't vote for anyone

- I was a rather unattractive candidate (she's an 8-9).

- It was borderline gag-campaign.

...again, not boasting. I swear.

...and I still won? GO AMERICA!

Four more pages on my 20 page essay and I'm done! All will be fantastic tomorrow after it's finished.

So my girlfriend's starting to feel more separate than ever before. It's way beyond my comfort level, and now I feel like I'm living a lie.

(Wow, is that 17 year old Mac talking?)

Anyways, as she drifts outwards, my brain starts compensating with sudo-subconscious flirting. I must say, however, that I cannot flirt normally (at all). Instead, I have meaningful conversations. I usually play the "introspective" card, too.

Just saying...capitalizing my name, understanding and expanding on my ideas from your viewpoint, and actually starting conversations with me - those are the small things that make my whole week.

T.T I feel like a complicated man, and nobody understands me but my mother.

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WAAAAIT.