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well, shit.
now i think he likes me. (and i never think they like me.)
but that doesn't ever seem to matter. it's usually not that they don't like me, it's just that they're really bad at it. and, hell, i'm young and beautiful and amazing, i'm going to get what i want and i'm not going to settle.
so now i don't know what to do.
i found a hot, smart man that i really like. that makes me feel beautiful and funny and wanted and giddy! but i know that he's commitment-phobic. and i know that he might be graduating soon. and i know that he might be playing me. i know better than to get excited.
and i hate myself for knowing better.
we were just laying there, he was holding my hand and kissing my forehead and everything was amazing. and i freaked out. i had to go. i made some lame excuse about having to clean my apartment and made him give me a ride home. i could've stayed there all afternoon, basking in the happiness, but i don't know...maybe i was afraid? i think i was afraid if i stayed there, something would ruin it. fantasy is always so much better than reality. i shouldn't have wanted it to end. but instead i ran. what's wrong with me?!
where did the naive, rosy-cheeked, hopeful girl go?
now i think he likes me. (and i never think they like me.)
but that doesn't ever seem to matter. it's usually not that they don't like me, it's just that they're really bad at it. and, hell, i'm young and beautiful and amazing, i'm going to get what i want and i'm not going to settle.
so now i don't know what to do.
i found a hot, smart man that i really like. that makes me feel beautiful and funny and wanted and giddy! but i know that he's commitment-phobic. and i know that he might be graduating soon. and i know that he might be playing me. i know better than to get excited.
and i hate myself for knowing better.
we were just laying there, he was holding my hand and kissing my forehead and everything was amazing. and i freaked out. i had to go. i made some lame excuse about having to clean my apartment and made him give me a ride home. i could've stayed there all afternoon, basking in the happiness, but i don't know...maybe i was afraid? i think i was afraid if i stayed there, something would ruin it. fantasy is always so much better than reality. i shouldn't have wanted it to end. but instead i ran. what's wrong with me?!
where did the naive, rosy-cheeked, hopeful girl go?