Okay I am a fucking mess.
And the thing is, I don't think anyone understands. Fuck, even I don't understand myself for the most part.
Okay. I like him.
But I don't know if I like the idea of him more. Or the idea that maybe I'll be getting a boyfriend soon.
I think he's majorly cute. He is so handsome. And when we kiss I actually get butterflies in my stomach.
When he looks at me, I get shy. And when he teases me, I get annoyed, but I feel special and happy that he's comfortable enough to do that with me.
Of course, it doesn't matter because it doesn't look like he feels the way.
And that's a horrible feeling. But as much as it pains me, I'll have to let him go.
Can't even say we can still be friends or whatever. We live such different lives that if it doesn't work out, I guess I won't be seeing him much anymore.
Soooo yeah. I guess I shall be prepared for tomorrow and... we'll see what happens.
Keep my expectations low. As low as possible.
I would say I need a drink, but after last night's craziness, I just need closure.
This is a girl. This is her blog. That's pretty much the gist of where you are now on the internet.
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