can't stop, won't stop
I leave for Shitville tomorrow morning. Usually this is a gruesome and horrible trip for me, but this time I can't help but be a bit excited. I'll catch up on my reading, watch those Skins' DVDs and eat tasty food made by my grandma. Of course this will all wear off in the first 3 hours, and I'll be climbing up the walls in no time, because even though I'll be bringing my dad's laptop, it probably won't pick up any internet signal. And there's no phone reception, so I'll be cut off from my friends and mind-numbing entertainment for nearly 4 days. Oh god.
Anyway, yesterday I went to my favourite coffee-shop with a few of my friends, which was very nice, and we decided to sit near the river for a while. When I looked to my right, I saw j and my heart squeezed. Which should not happen, because I totally rejected him when he was into me, and now he isn't anymore, and ooooh. He looked at me though, and I was smiling and I could swear I could see him smile too. I'm such a loser for being here, typing this like a 14-year-old with a morbid boy fascination.
Anyway, yesterday I went to my favourite coffee-shop with a few of my friends, which was very nice, and we decided to sit near the river for a while. When I looked to my right, I saw j and my heart squeezed. Which should not happen, because I totally rejected him when he was into me, and now he isn't anymore, and ooooh. He looked at me though, and I was smiling and I could swear I could see him smile too. I'm such a loser for being here, typing this like a 14-year-old with a morbid boy fascination.