and you'll never know what you mean to me

Love, or something like it.

Feeling a bit emo, are we? We are. Why is that? Because I want to make one comment about a certain girl, to another girl. Except the last time I talked to Another Girl she got mad the next day about the whole high school crush experience, you know, waiting around "Do they like me?" "Am I sure that I like them?" and such, that ol' drill. and I just fueled it. and she's the only one that knows, and the only one online. Oaky, so the other two that know, one wouldn't want to talk about it, or I wouldn't want to talk about it to her because I don't want to hurt her, and the other was offline. I tend to get jealous. I got a bit jealous. that's all I wanted to say. and now this. I signed off of everythign a few minutes ago. I didn't want to sit around and wait for Sarah to respond on Lars' site in between talking to Shane's hot friend from California, and I didn't want to really talk to anyone else. So apparently talking to no one works just as well. Ugh. One small thing gets me started ona blog, blog makes me think about it, thinking gets me a bit more upset. Only a bit though. When I'm crying is when you should be worried. This is just a "Fuck it all." time. Like, seriously, let's go fuck. Come on.