I am a jumble of thoughts, blurbs, or whatever you might want to call those ‘its’. When frustrated, I tend to hold conversations in my head, usually with the person (or in this case the guy) who’s troubling me. Here’s a snippet of the conversation I just had with myself, the guy, and my brain. Confusing? I know.

He says he likes me.

I say I don’t have the time.

There is time. We see each other a lot.

This isn’t going to work.

It will. It is.

Oh yeah? I’m a big mess.Not now.

I can fix it. For free.

Ha. That is why this won’t work.

It’ll be okay. This way may private sessions ka.

ANOoo? This is why I’m not entertaining calls from pt interns. So. damn. awkward.