He's hot and cold. I like him alot. I can't stop thinking about him. I start quoting lines that would make really good emo lyrics. Before falling asleep I pretend he's holding me. He is so sweet, so great, so perfect.
I hate him. I can't stop wondering why I even like him or why I talk to him. He probly doesn't even like me as a friend. He must think I'm fat.. yeah that's it im fat. I mean that always is the first assumption isan't it? Guys are so difficult. If only there was scrolling text moving across their heads revealing everything they are thinking so you would know ahead of time whether or not you should bother. Why don't we just come out and say what we feel right when it comes to us. I don't think I could ever do that though...

Well, with that said, Merry Christmas.