I'm being corny. I'm over analyzing. I'm blowing things out of proportion. But I can't help thinking that this really is something. That this is really happening. It's too soon to tell if I'm getting anything back. For a while I was, and now...it's vauge. I don't like being uncertian. I don't want to feel this way about anyone unless they feel it back.
I ask everyone for advice, I tell everyone everything. And somehow that makes it less real, but more wonderful. I'm the one getting the attention (being a four....=) ) so it's okay at school. I'm so....ARGH...stupid stupid stupid stupid boy....
I'm sick of talking about this, much less of writing it. Good bye.