All I can think to write about is…the boy.
Is that pathetic? Seeing as he doesn’t like me. Oh, but I like him. He’s amazing.
So, a recap of today:
Woke up, got coffee, Scotty tripped on chair, can I take his shift?, Dan was sad, Callie made comics about Mackenzie, went to Starbucks with Iman, went to Spanish with Christina instead of Guided Study, went to 2 lunches, met some kid, found out my GPA (2.7 Ugh), came home, am definitely taking Scotty’s shift, commented Pearls pics, OMG This Providence has a show, waiting for a text from the boy and doing this.
Not too intriguing, I’ll admit. But it’s my day. And all I can think about is: the boy. Have I even written (or typed) his name? Why do I like him if he doesn’t like me!?!? I should be able to find out that he doesn’t like me and have all my feelings for him dropped, right? I wish. I want him so bad. But I suppose being his friend is good too. I’d rather be his friend than his nothing. Although it kind of sends a false sense of hope. Why can’t he just be a jerk!? UGH This is ghey to the tenth power times 3. D’accord?
Seriously, I believe if a man doesn’t like you he should be a gentlemen about it and act like a jerk and thus make you not like him. What’s up these guys who say “I don’t like you” but still act all charming. It’s sick. It’s like a McDonald’s Happy Meal it looks all happy and cheerful, but after you have eaten it your like hey, I feel sick, sad, tired and depressed. Trust me girl, whatever happy meal this guy is carrying the Toy inside ain’t worth it cause you’re gettin’ played!