“..Even the best fall down sometimes. Even the wrong words seem to rhyme. And through all the doubt that fills my mind,
I somehow find you and I collide.”

-Howie Day

NO. You and I definitely DON’T collide. I don’t think I’ve ever opened up the romance chapter here, and frankly, I don’t intend to. Everything’s fine, I’m taking it nice and easy and definitely NOT seriously. We’re still young, so why rush? But I’m not saying I’m not ‘experienced’ in that field. I am actually, yes. But I don’t like to think about it. Cause honestly, I’d take everything I did back. All those tears & naivety? Not a pretty sight, no. Now people claim I have a ‘history’. Eeeeesh. I’m not saying there’s no one at the moment. Cause there is. Well actually, are. HAHA. But like I said, I’m just playing around, fooling around. But there is one actually, like, the one ‘THE ONE’. I’m just lost and confused, that’s all. We just need to get our act together.

Anyway, to the point of today’s post. I never meant to brag, but I’ve got a lot of guys chasing me. Like, a lot, A LOT. It’s quite a drag actually since I’m not interested in any way whatsoever in any of them. So there’s this one dude in class. He’s been my classmate for a couple of years now and ever since the first year he’s been dying for my attention and everything. I was really, really annoyed and peeved and everything but you know, you get use to it and eventually enjoy hanging around right? And so I did. BIG MISTAKE. I let him sit next to me, I laugh at his jokes and that made me seem really, really friendly more than I really was. And so the dude got led on and thinks that I like him, WHICH I DON’T, and now he keeps sitting next to me and bugging me and so we’re back in square one. Everyone knows I like him as a FRIEND and not more than that but he just can’t seem to get it. I MEAN, TAKE A HINT WILL YA?!?!?? And hence, the intro. How am I supposed to get out if this? Everyone’s talking about it and I am honestly SICK of it, so I told someone to tell the dude I have absolutely NO interest softly. Eeeesssh. I mean, better tell him now rather than later when he gets in toooooo deep. Cause babe, Fall Out Boy would be the crappiest band in the world before I say ‘yes’ to you.

Labels: deep stuff, people