pencil + eye = STAB * eyes are safe edit*

 

 

 

 

If you hear someone sneeze on the other side of the sea of cubicles, are you supposed to yell out "Bless You!"

Hmm, quandry.

 

So "he" convinced me to send him one of my favorites only entries to sort of clarify some of the stuff I’m dealing with in my head. I don’t know if he read it or if he’s mad at me now.

That sucks. I don’t know. blah!

I guess it just feels weird to know i have this huge emotional THING going on for him, but also this very tangible and real foundation of this friendship. and it makes it awkward in my head.

cuz he’ll say i’m dumb. and that’s not MEAN of him, but it makes me feel like my stupid emotional ties are invalid and then I want to stab my face.

oh no, and now he’s calling me.

and he’s making me grab this pencil right here and make stabbing motions at my EYES.

argh.

kill death kill.

 

*e: Well I guess things are ok. he tried to clarify his moods that I misinterpreted. But the other stuff is still sorta "meh whatever"

I will keep it to myself for now.

I don’t know what else to do.

I can’t be that oh so girlishly girlish pink floaty hearts girl with him.

and that’s ok, i’m not really like that to begin with.

it will be difficult for me to express those emotions.

I can’t just say "I miss you"

because that might be weird. I’ll have to think about it and work myself up to it.

cuz i’m lame.

maybe i’ll "unlame" soon.

who knows.

who knows.

but i do miss him.

and i feel like i won’t get to see him for awhile.

is that ok?

i guess it has to be.

whatever.

i feel nutty.

i get to go home in 20 minutes.

this, friends, is good.