My life can be defined in one word: predicament.

I honestly do not recall the last time that I was not in a situation that I didn't know how to get out of. Or that I enjoyed being in, but I knew it was wrong. For instance, I recently broke up with somebody because I have feelings for his best friend. To be entirely honest I would have ended things regardless, but that is besides the point.
I am sitting alone eagerly waiting for a reply (from the best friend) which may determine the our future, or lack thereof. I sometimes believe that his feelings are mutual, yet I have a hinting suspicion that he might just be playing me for a fool. Who knows? I feel this way either because I am too insecure to believe that he could actually have feelings for me, or because I feel that I justifiably deserve to be played with. Perhaps I am over-analizing again. Wouldn't that be a shocker?

On a brighter note, I met my idol on Sunday night. My metor, my inspiration; Adam Duritz. Counting Crows held their "Films About Ghosts" tour in Johannesburg sunday and I had the privilede to meet them. My love for the band goes beyond any implication the name 'fan' could give. It's almost a sick obsession!

Ha! A reply! He knew all along! I guess I should really have more faith in my intuition.