What is this funny feeling?
I went to a party tonight. I don't know why I did it, except I was bored and a little bit lonely. God, that sounds so pathetic.
Anyway, I ended up finding Gretchen there making out with a chick who looked so much like me that it was downright creepy. So I felt even worse, and I hurried to get away. Ugh... I still feel weird, just thinking about it. It's seriously making me consider switching schools.
Some guy was talking to me, and he was actually really good looking, but I couldn't stop thinking about Sam. I can't stop thinking about Sam. The guy asked me to come back to his dorm but... I just couldn't. How crazy is that? I'm single, what harm would it have caused to go up to his room and make out? But I couldn't. My mind kept coming back to Sam.
His voice- I swear to God, it's like music to my ears. I think it's my new life goal to make him laugh.
So yeah, I could be in some dorm room with a hot guy, but I came back here alone, because of Sam. I'm not with Sam. Can I even say we're friends? I've told him things I've never told anyone. But, I don't even know what he looks like. I know he's tall. But then everyone is tall to me, right?
This bed is so big and empty. Why'd I get a queen, again? I guess I'll just lay here and think about Sam until I fall asleep. Like I've been doing every night since we started talking more.
Shit, he can't read this, can he?
Anyway, I ended up finding Gretchen there making out with a chick who looked so much like me that it was downright creepy. So I felt even worse, and I hurried to get away. Ugh... I still feel weird, just thinking about it. It's seriously making me consider switching schools.
Some guy was talking to me, and he was actually really good looking, but I couldn't stop thinking about Sam. I can't stop thinking about Sam. The guy asked me to come back to his dorm but... I just couldn't. How crazy is that? I'm single, what harm would it have caused to go up to his room and make out? But I couldn't. My mind kept coming back to Sam.
His voice- I swear to God, it's like music to my ears. I think it's my new life goal to make him laugh.
So yeah, I could be in some dorm room with a hot guy, but I came back here alone, because of Sam. I'm not with Sam. Can I even say we're friends? I've told him things I've never told anyone. But, I don't even know what he looks like. I know he's tall. But then everyone is tall to me, right?
This bed is so big and empty. Why'd I get a queen, again? I guess I'll just lay here and think about Sam until I fall asleep. Like I've been doing every night since we started talking more.
Shit, he can't read this, can he?