Aug 26, 2005 02:09
It's at that point when I'm second guessing EVERYTHING.
Thoughts constantly run through my head, thoughts that question every single action he/I take.
Do I call? Why is he waiting on me? Why are those WHORES with him? Why is he telling me about previous relationship problems? Is he thinking the same things I am?
This blows. Playing the "I'm interested, but not" role-- tis' no fun.
Tomorrow night, we're going to the concert, alone.
For once.
Gotta love dorm life, but a girl can't get her privacy around here. I can't sleep in my skeevies if I want to, because I might scare the roomate off. That would be no good. Derrick can't kiss me in the hall, because a girl might jump me. That would be no good either.
It's earrrrrly Friday morning, Sigma Chi had a major throwdown on King Street tonight, and two roomates had to be carried home. Needless to say, I was holding hair and scratching backs for a majority of the night.
He gave me a foot rub in the end, and tried to sing the Films as best he could. All is well.
But still, I just do not know.
♥, e.