okay so I'm not sure what to write, so I'm just going to write everything, and leave out any names. Mr.heartbreaker, formerly known in my private journal as "mr. I'm-going-to-break-up-with-you-because-you-won't-have-sex-with-me-and-then-tell-you-I'm-gay" (shortened for obvious reasons) says it's all my fault. Maybe it is. Maybe I did do something wrong. Maybe I need to learn how to... how to.... oh hell, how not to piss everyone off... So then I'm left wondering A) how NOT to piss everyone off and B) why's it my fault? Oh no what a horrible person I want everyone around me to be happy. Oh no, shoot me in the foot, I'm immature and flighty and maroonish. So, okay I'll take the blame THIS time. But I can't be blamed for the first time. No I WON'T BE. I cried so long the first time we broke up, all my guilt melted under the saline. So screw that.
AND NOW FOR SOMETHING COMPLETELY DIFFERENT>
I have a crush. I hate crushes. I'm such a teenage girl. I wish I could just foget about liking guys. ESPECIALLY perfect guys that go "eww, who created that thing" when they see me and/or listen to me talk.
Again, informal and poorly handled subject change here, how do you tell a guy you were never goingout, You were just "talking"? this guy likes me and I don't think he realizes that I'm not QUITE into him...
Screw guys, you're too much damn work...
Maybe I should delete this whole entry, it makes me sound so... blah. oh well 2 corinthians 12;10...
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