Broken
I had this window open for about half an hour before writing in it...
God, I sound like Belinda...
Not that that's a bad thing.
Anyways...
Adam's been really bothering me lately. He wants to get back together with me, he'd do anything to get back together with, but his methods of flirting are a bit questionable. I've come to this conclusion because it seems that his flirt method is to throw things at me. I mean, isn't that a little third graderish? "I like her, so if I throw things at her, she'll like me back." Yeaaaaaaah... No? Throwing full bottles of Mountain Dew at me isn't going to make me think you're the one I want to go out with. "Oh, you broke me arm. I love you. Let's elope." NOOOOOOOOOO!
So, I wrote a letter... Or e-mail, rather.
"Here's a little tip. THROWING THINGS AT ME WON'T MAKE ME LIKE YOU. Geeeeeeze. I'm like, fragile and stuff, you can't throw things at me, it's not cool. You can't hit me, you can't kick me, you can't punch me, you can't touch me and you can't throw things at me. I mean, I'm not really sure, but I think guys flirted with me like that in third grade..."
I didn't mean for it to seem so harsh, but really, I don't enjoy having bottles thrown at me, it's not cool and I don't like it. 'Kay? 'Kay.
And I still continue to question why I'm keeping Dillon around until I move. He makes me question my motives by being so, well... There's no other way to describe it, really... Being so him. And I'm glad he's himself and not trying to be something he's not, but he's so weird sometimes and sometimes I get embarassed and I know I shouldn't and I'm such a terrible girlfriend and it's terrible. I hate it when I get embarassed of people for just being who they are. Argh. And sometimes I think, "Why am I dating him?" and other times I think, "Oh God, I love him." And I'm not even sure he feels the exact same way about me. What if I'm just some girl he's dating to him and when I move he'll just think of me as that one girl who "kissed" him once. What am I doing to myself?
So confused...
On a lighter note... I'm getting a cell phone this month, hopefully. I might be ordering it this weekend hopefully. I really want it before school is out, so that I can gather numbers in my cell phone rather than in my yearbook. I'm really going to miss everyone, honestly... I'd take all of them with me if my house was big enough, which it isn't. But I'll make new friends...
And never let go of the old ones.
God, I sound like Belinda...
Not that that's a bad thing.
Anyways...
Adam's been really bothering me lately. He wants to get back together with me, he'd do anything to get back together with, but his methods of flirting are a bit questionable. I've come to this conclusion because it seems that his flirt method is to throw things at me. I mean, isn't that a little third graderish? "I like her, so if I throw things at her, she'll like me back." Yeaaaaaaah... No? Throwing full bottles of Mountain Dew at me isn't going to make me think you're the one I want to go out with. "Oh, you broke me arm. I love you. Let's elope." NOOOOOOOOOO!
So, I wrote a letter... Or e-mail, rather.
"Here's a little tip. THROWING THINGS AT ME WON'T MAKE ME LIKE YOU. Geeeeeeze. I'm like, fragile and stuff, you can't throw things at me, it's not cool. You can't hit me, you can't kick me, you can't punch me, you can't touch me and you can't throw things at me. I mean, I'm not really sure, but I think guys flirted with me like that in third grade..."
I didn't mean for it to seem so harsh, but really, I don't enjoy having bottles thrown at me, it's not cool and I don't like it. 'Kay? 'Kay.
And I still continue to question why I'm keeping Dillon around until I move. He makes me question my motives by being so, well... There's no other way to describe it, really... Being so him. And I'm glad he's himself and not trying to be something he's not, but he's so weird sometimes and sometimes I get embarassed and I know I shouldn't and I'm such a terrible girlfriend and it's terrible. I hate it when I get embarassed of people for just being who they are. Argh. And sometimes I think, "Why am I dating him?" and other times I think, "Oh God, I love him." And I'm not even sure he feels the exact same way about me. What if I'm just some girl he's dating to him and when I move he'll just think of me as that one girl who "kissed" him once. What am I doing to myself?
So confused...
On a lighter note... I'm getting a cell phone this month, hopefully. I might be ordering it this weekend hopefully. I really want it before school is out, so that I can gather numbers in my cell phone rather than in my yearbook. I'm really going to miss everyone, honestly... I'd take all of them with me if my house was big enough, which it isn't. But I'll make new friends...
And never let go of the old ones.