I wish it didn’t have to be so complicated. I wish it could have just worked how it does in the stories. Boy meets girl. Girl likes boy. Boy asks girl out. It might work, it might not; but that’s not what matters. What matters is that it happened.
Maybe if I hadn’t got so worked up about Sam and Raz, this wouldn’t be like this. I wouldn’t feel so hypocritical, and she wouldn’t expect me to. Maybe this is just a lesson that sometimes you should watch how you react to someone, cos one day they might end up reacting the same way to you. No doubt it’s a valuable lesson and everything, but it could have been done in a nicer way.
Damn it I really like him. And I don’t think its just cos I want to like someone, cos I really don’t. I don’t want to get caught up in all this crap, again. Or maybe I do, maybe deep down I want the teenage drama, I want to tear myself up over something again.
I can’t stand this. I just want to tell him, get it out in the open, that’s who I am, that’s what I do. But that would be counted as ‘doing something about it’, and I said I probably would do that.
He likes someone else anyway; I don’t know why I’m even bothering with this. I guess I’m just too naive and overly hopeful about theses kinds of things, I let my mind run away with me.
I think this would be easier if it was a bit closer to my situation. If she had ever liked him, or he was her friend first, or whatever. Maybe then I’d understand it; maybe then it would be easier to walk away.
I just want to see him again, is that such a crime? I just want to talk to him. But then I’ll be tempted to tell him. And then I’ll just become everything that used to make me cry.
Maybe she’ll suddenly be ok. Maybe everything will be like the perfect story I want it to be. That’s the 8th time I’ve said maybe in this entry. And maybe never happens.
I should really be doing work now. But haven’t emailed myself the first half of my essay, and I don’t have the spec sheet. I wish I could be bothered, or stressed, or interested, rather than so bloody indifferent about all this ‘work’. Who knows. Maybe I’ll get it all done.
And in case you were ever in doubt, I love you xxxxxxx
who are we talking about here?
Or am i not to know...?
Ah well, i hope things work out, i didnt like seeing you upset.
love you
im not *that* dense...maybe =)
i demand a hug,
now.
RIGHT NOW.
=)
anyways, *BIG HUG* Love ya. Ami xXx