Yesterday I asked a girl that I confessed love to how she felt about me. It just happens to be that she doesn't feel the same way I do, but I think she is still friends with me. Also I am not surprised by the response because I'm only a nice guy, and nothing more to anyone. No matter, I will get over this feeling, perhaps a bit quickly, but then I've always been accustomed to fast paced change. However, family wouldn't help because they are either, sick, cranky or is defensive. Also, if they ever found out about they would kill me if they found out about this past ordeal. I guess that is all for today, anyone I know who reads this and knows who I am in reality will either kill me as well, or dislike me further. I am the person that everyone thinks is a nice guy, but would never be close to a single person.

The lone Albatross I will be.