So, well, here we are now, again, and there he is, online, and well, we’ve had our ten minutes of awkward conversation. And, come to think of it, all of my obssession and love just sorta evaporates, like a bad dream, or something, when I talk to him. It’s rather strange to say the least.
And, now, the more I think about him and the more I stare at that stupid screen name, it’s all coming back, I really think I just do this to myself. I don’t even know why I like him anymore. It’s all in my head, I’m gonna go back to playing Packrat.
Now, now, he, he is a different but all too familiar story.
CAN YOU GO BACK TO JUST BEING THE KID THAT SITS NEXT TO ME IN PHYSICS? NOT THE LOVE OF MY LIFE, GOD FORBID!? CAN I JUST GET SOME FUCKING PEACE AND QUIET WITHOUT WORRYING ABOUT THE DAMNED CONSQUENCES OF MY UNREQUITED LOVE BORDERLINING OBSSESSION?
Thank you.
Seeya, Ricky, lol. God, I hate everything.