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// Entry 10 
// Story: Diary Of A Closet Romantic 
// by Lunar Spice 
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Dear Journal,


I fucked up.

So, I saw her today and decided to just go for it. I asked her if she wanted to have lunch with me, my treat.

I should've known it would be super awkward.

I'm just beating myself over how STUPID I was.

I'm never asking her out to lunch again. It was fun because we could chat, but it was just the unspoken word "DATE" that made it awkward.

At least I didn't give her a bunch of flowers. Now, that would be mortifying.

The lunch was a bad idea and I embarrassed myself in front of her. After we said goodbye, I listened to sad songs the whole way home.

I think I'm just going to curl up with a tub of ice cream and a drink. I wonder if I can make a spiked ice cream float. That sounds like exactly what I need, plus the leftover bread and some cartoons.

I think I like cartoons more when I'm drunk. I think it's the colors and (for the adult cartoons) the dirty jokes. They aren't really that good when I'm sober, though.

But, what I really need is to completely forget about what happened at lunch. How I made myself look like an idiot and just completely humiliated myself in front of her!

Not that I want to forget anything about her, but I just want to not feel terrible about what happened.

Ugh, I'm just going to see if I can make a spiked float. Later.