i m mad about the boy and i know it s stupid to be mad about the boy i m so ashamed of it but must admit the sleepless nights i ve had about the boy on the silverscreen he melts my foolish heart in every single scene although i m quite aware that here and there are traces of the cad about the boy lord knows i m not a fool girl i really shouldn t care lord knows i m not a school girl who s in the flurry of her first affair will it ever cloy this odd diversity of misery and joy i m feeling quite insane and young again and all because i m mad about the boy i m feeling quite insane and young again and all because i m mad about the boy1