Journal for the
day:
You're not going to talk to me today.
And that'll kill me. You'll be busy talking with your
friends. I should be totally okay with this. But I know, I'll
be sitting eagerly when we stop at your house, crossing my
fingers, hoping you sit next to me though you said you
wouldn't. I really hope you're lying. Oh, and have fun
camping. Haha. :)
Journal for
the day:
I
like you a little more every time I see you. You stole my shoe
and tried to kill me with my OWN paperclip. Flirting with you is
so TIRING. I'm not complaining... ;) I'm confused,
though. I still love him, but I like you a lot. More than I
should. And it really seems like you like me too. Just make a
move. Please. I'm wondering what I'll
do. ♥