"How come I never hear you say, 'I just wanna be with you'? I guess you never felt that way..."
Current Mood: 
boys are confusing and they suck
Current Music: Doing Too Much- Paula Deanda & Since U Been Gone- Kelly Clarkson
"I keep on wondering if you were even feeling me, I keep on wondering if this was even meant to be. Tell me am I wasting time? Boy, you're showing me no signs..."
I'm doing too much.
That sucks.
But I'm not anymore. Today I stopped. I called work this morning to see if Mike needed a ride home from work. I called at 10:56. But he was busy with chicken or something, so Erika told him and he asked if he could call me back.
At one o'clock he still hadn't called me back.
"Why you tryin' to diss me when I just want to kiss you?"
Now, I wasn't pleased, but I called back up there and just asked Stephanie to go back and just ask him for me. She came back and said no, he didn't need a ride.
Okay. Well, I don't even have to sit around and wonder who's giving him a ride home. I already knew. And then we went up to the bank and the post office, and on the way to the post office, sure enough we passed Sarah's stupid little car, Mike right there in the passenger seat.
Well.
So tonight I wanted to call and ask him out. Just once and for all, stop all the waiting and wondering and just ask him out.
Well, I did, but he was hanging out with "a bunch of people" and he had to go to someone's house--basically there was no chance on earth that he could make time for me tonight. (I didn't even get to ask him to the movie.)
Fine.
Whatever.
"You had your chance, you blew it. Out of sight out of mind. Shut your mouth I just can't take it again and again and again! Since you been gone, I can breathe for the first time. I'm so moving on. Thanks to you, now I get what I want...."
But I'm not calling him again. I'll see him Sunday at work, but I'm not calling him before that. He hasn't called me since... the 13th, I think. All of a sudden I'm the one doing all the calling, I'm the one doing all the work, and he's the one cozying up to his ex-girlfriend-- and keeping it from me.
But he never lies.
His lying style is mine. We don't lie, you can bank on that, but we can leave out information and kind of make up other information... we twist and bend the truth to confuse you, that way you don't know the truth, but we didn't lie. It works, but having met someone else who does it --and being on the other side-- I've decided I think that may be more of a deception than actual lying. At least when you're lying you're honestly lying. We bend the truth, make up possible distractions and leave stuff out, but we don't lie, so you can't technically call us liars.
It's frustrating.
Yeah.
So. I don't know if we're going to Erika's party. I haven't decided if I'm going to say anything or not.
Right now I'm going to go upstairs and not think about him.
boys are confusing and they suck
Current Music: Doing Too Much- Paula Deanda & Since U Been Gone- Kelly Clarkson
"I keep on wondering if you were even feeling me, I keep on wondering if this was even meant to be. Tell me am I wasting time? Boy, you're showing me no signs..."
I'm doing too much.
That sucks.
But I'm not anymore. Today I stopped. I called work this morning to see if Mike needed a ride home from work. I called at 10:56. But he was busy with chicken or something, so Erika told him and he asked if he could call me back.
At one o'clock he still hadn't called me back.
"Why you tryin' to diss me when I just want to kiss you?"
Now, I wasn't pleased, but I called back up there and just asked Stephanie to go back and just ask him for me. She came back and said no, he didn't need a ride.
Okay. Well, I don't even have to sit around and wonder who's giving him a ride home. I already knew. And then we went up to the bank and the post office, and on the way to the post office, sure enough we passed Sarah's stupid little car, Mike right there in the passenger seat.
Well.
So tonight I wanted to call and ask him out. Just once and for all, stop all the waiting and wondering and just ask him out.
Well, I did, but he was hanging out with "a bunch of people" and he had to go to someone's house--basically there was no chance on earth that he could make time for me tonight. (I didn't even get to ask him to the movie.)
Fine.
Whatever.
"You had your chance, you blew it. Out of sight out of mind. Shut your mouth I just can't take it again and again and again! Since you been gone, I can breathe for the first time. I'm so moving on. Thanks to you, now I get what I want...."
But I'm not calling him again. I'll see him Sunday at work, but I'm not calling him before that. He hasn't called me since... the 13th, I think. All of a sudden I'm the one doing all the calling, I'm the one doing all the work, and he's the one cozying up to his ex-girlfriend-- and keeping it from me.
But he never lies.
His lying style is mine. We don't lie, you can bank on that, but we can leave out information and kind of make up other information... we twist and bend the truth to confuse you, that way you don't know the truth, but we didn't lie. It works, but having met someone else who does it --and being on the other side-- I've decided I think that may be more of a deception than actual lying. At least when you're lying you're honestly lying. We bend the truth, make up possible distractions and leave stuff out, but we don't lie, so you can't technically call us liars.
It's frustrating.
Yeah.
So. I don't know if we're going to Erika's party. I haven't decided if I'm going to say anything or not.
Right now I'm going to go upstairs and not think about him.