Tell Me.

Can somebody tell me how I make this right? 


I'm fairly profane right now.  I knew I'd miss him, a lot, but this is ridiculous. 
God, I should have just said yes. I was meant to be fucking well open to new things this year. I was meant to fucking well not screw it up.


Should I ask him to go on a date with me? Should I put myself on the line? A large, depressing part of me thinks he dislikes me severely now. Would you if you were him?


Fuck it. 


What do you know. All I'm really doing here is talking to myself. 


Nothing to the cyber world because I've got nothing to give.