Shit.


I realized something tonight.

I have changed.

I felt the guy who I have liked for two years lips pressed against mine, and I hated it.

Why is it that the fantasy must always be better than the real thing?

I mean, come on!

HE KISSED ME.

And I turned away.

He must think I am a bitch.

Me?

I don't think I should care.

But not-so-secretly...

I do.

I care a lot.

:(