Thank you, Lisa and Rags, for being so great.
March 7th, 2008
He finally got the courage to apologize to me and his words were, "I'm sorry I said I didn't want to be with you. I do. I want to try this out, whatever this is."
I grinned like a fool and kissed him (behind the gym, of course) for hours. I guess you can say, again, that I'm a swoony bitch. I'm content with this right now, even if I doubt if he really likes me or if he's just pretending, since he's got no one else.
I'm so freaking confused, and it's killing me. That's all I think about now – him, him, him. I miss being independent and the days when he was nothing more than my brother's best friend.
But this is what I've always wanted, right?
So why don't I feel happy?
B.S.
So... I'm listening to Arctic Monkeys. What are you listening to?