White Out
Boys suck.
I haven't heard from Billy since Wednesday night.
Wednesday night shouldn't even count because I only spoke to him for near two minutes.
I don't know what his deal is.
If I call him...then he's busy. He's always busy. Busy with his friends.
He always promises to call back...but I don't receive a call until days later...and that phone call always reaches a two minute limit before he's suddenly distracted.They're always going out and partying. I don't know if I can trust him.
I'm tired of staring at the phone.
It's beginning to distort itself into something it's not.
We're not together...so I shouldn't care.
But I am sleeping with him...so, naturally...I'm bound to be concerned.
This is the way I'm looking at it:
If he wants to be an ass...then fine. I'm kewl with that.
But this benefits thing has to end.
It's going to be awkward when he returns home on the 8th.
He's going to try and get me alone...but I'm not having it.
He's going to want an explanation...my explanation is this:
We're not together...so let's not act like it. And because we're not together...why should we indulge in the benefits that may come with such a commitment? "Power Friends" has to end....Pal.
I know he doesn't want to hear it...I know he does have feelings for me.
I have feelings for him as well. Feelings I can't quite explain.
All the same...I'm too good for him.
Out of his league.
He can't and won't give me what I desire most: a commitment.
He's tossing me mixed signals.
I think he actually believes that I'm soooo infatuated with him that I would drop everything to see to his every whim.
I believe he may have even said that at one time.
He's a joker...but behind every joke there's a bit of truth.
So. Fuck that.
My girls will be back from college come the 8th and we're gonna paint this town red all over again.
I don't need him.
Little does he know...he needs me.
They never realize what they've got til' it's gone.
I haven't heard from Billy since Wednesday night.
Wednesday night shouldn't even count because I only spoke to him for near two minutes.
I don't know what his deal is.
If I call him...then he's busy. He's always busy. Busy with his friends.
He always promises to call back...but I don't receive a call until days later...and that phone call always reaches a two minute limit before he's suddenly distracted.They're always going out and partying. I don't know if I can trust him.
I'm tired of staring at the phone.
It's beginning to distort itself into something it's not.
We're not together...so I shouldn't care.
But I am sleeping with him...so, naturally...I'm bound to be concerned.
This is the way I'm looking at it:
If he wants to be an ass...then fine. I'm kewl with that.
But this benefits thing has to end.
It's going to be awkward when he returns home on the 8th.
He's going to try and get me alone...but I'm not having it.
He's going to want an explanation...my explanation is this:
We're not together...so let's not act like it. And because we're not together...why should we indulge in the benefits that may come with such a commitment? "Power Friends" has to end....Pal.
I know he doesn't want to hear it...I know he does have feelings for me.
I have feelings for him as well. Feelings I can't quite explain.
All the same...I'm too good for him.
Out of his league.
He can't and won't give me what I desire most: a commitment.
He's tossing me mixed signals.
I think he actually believes that I'm soooo infatuated with him that I would drop everything to see to his every whim.
I believe he may have even said that at one time.
He's a joker...but behind every joke there's a bit of truth.
So. Fuck that.
My girls will be back from college come the 8th and we're gonna paint this town red all over again.
I don't need him.
Little does he know...he needs me.
They never realize what they've got til' it's gone.