I like you... but not really... but kinda... but I don't. Seriously...
Oh, the awkwardness of it all. Alright fine… I probably liked him more than I’ve been willing to admit… and as a result, the truth is, my pride’s a little wounded. I guess that’s what happens when you expose your vulnerability to someone. Meh. Hey, you live and you learn.
I know he definitely isn’t the right one for me, but I guess, being the relationship-y kinda girl I am, I just miss having a boyfriend sometimes. That’s right I said it! Don’t get me wrong, I’m not gonna let it get in the way of living my life or anything, I’m young and having fun being single, but I’m human… I crave a little (or a lottle) affection from time to time… I’m not afraid to admit I can be a little mushy… doesn’t mean I’m incapable of being assertive, or even bitchy when circumstances call for it. There’s nothing wrong with having a little dimension.
Anyway, so yeah I liked him. Are you satisfied now? I was a little butthurt, but I’m over it now. I haven’t faced rejection in awhile to be honest. (Not being conceited) I was just getting SO tired and bored of sifting through the douchebaggery that so badly plagues southern california, and then I found someone who actually kinda caught my interest for once, and it didn’t work. Gah.
I’ll probably read back on this later and laugh at how I’m fussing over something that in fact would prove to be just a small stepping stone toward that big winner. I can’t help it though, to be perfectly honest I’m a little lonely right now.
What’s today? …the 25th now? Oh yeah, I’m totally PMSing. No wonder I’m being so emo and hormonal. Fuck this shit, I’m going to sleep!