March 20, 2009.
I guess things are different now. I don't guess, I know things are different. Everyone knows they are. Because I feel like everyone talks about it. Like they expect something to happen. But nothing ever does. I just try not to look at you. While you obviously try to do the same. But I saw you, and you were staring at me. Then you do the "casual" look away. Which didn't turn out, because I could tell you were trying to "casually" look away. It was more of a holy-crap-let-me-look-away-oh-wait-she'll-tell-that-i-was-looking-at-her-let-me-try-the-"caual"-look -away thing. Yeah, no. I don't know, I just feel like, you want to start screaming at me. Imagine if you did, I would probably just say "'kay" Then that would probably annoy you, and you would start yabbin' around like you do. Which by the way gets really annoying. Let me tell you something, your not the s**t, so shut up. Because, no one wants to love you anymore. And I really just want you to go away.
