He'll

I am feeling this huge surge of personal strength.
Decision.
Assertiveness.
The "what the hell" attitude.
The "what have I got to lose" feeling.
The "I only live once" reason.
The "what's life without a little embarrassment" motto.
The "What's the worse that could happen?" mantra.
The "I don't think anyone has died of embarrassment" reassurance.
At least, I don't think anyone has.
Hopefully.
I need to research that before I do anything drastic.
My life could be in danger here.
Huge danger.
Life or death.
So, I should look into that.
Oh, and what am I speaking about?
Yes, I'm being a dumb girl again.
I'm speaking about this boy.
A boy I've been wanting to talk to since last semester.
A boy that I happen to see every Tuesday and Thursday.
Not in a class.
The lobby of the engineering center, a.k.a ec.
It's a bit awkward because we never talked in class.
But hell (I hate it how this thing always "corrects" hell with he'll), I am tired of not doing anything.
Of not going for what I want.
This extends beyond meaningless boys (even if they are cute!).
I'm talking about my life.
I'm not assertive enough.
I'm so shy.
So nervous.
I have no reason to be.
I am strengthened through God.
I am not deformed.
I am a capable girlwoman.
I need to burst out of my shell and start taking charge of some things.
Yes, I do.

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