why can’t you just fucking come back to me? I hate that I love you so fucking much that I notice every little thing you do, every single breath that you breathe. I want to be with you so badly that it’s killing me.

I missed that. Even though I was just sitting next to you, it was a comfort to have your arm touching my leg. And that hug.

he…he texted me. what is this fuckery?

oh my god.

confusion.

over the past couple of days I came to a conclusion. I think I have a thing for about three guys, two more prominent that the others. This never ever ever happens to me.

Guy #1: Obviously I love you, that’s no surprise. You’re perfect in every single way and that hasn’t changed. But you’ve all heard me go on and on about this one enough, so I’ll just leave it at that.

Guy #2: You’re adorable, probably one of the cutest guys I’ve ever seen. And you’re nice, a little quiet though. I’m totally interested, and I could see myself with you.

Guy #3: Oh boy..oh boy. I could feel it creeping up on me for the past week, and I still refuse to admit it to myself. All I know is seeing you with other girls reeeeeeeeeeally pisses me off..

heh