vivre sunday

…you call.
Dammit. You’re like a cocaine habit I can’t kick.

teenage angst?
I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair.
I hate the way you drive my car. I hate it when you stare.
I hate your big dumb combat boots, and the way you read my mind.
I hate you so much it makes me sick; it even makes me rhyme.
I [...]

I like my imaginary version of you more than I actually like you.

When something good or bad happens, I want to tell you, and I imagine what your reaction would be. Would you be supportive, would you not know what to say? Would you ask questions? Would you relate it to your own experiences?
But then I convince myself that I don’t need you. I don’t need to [...]

I hate that whether I am happy or annoyed depends on whether he texts or calls me everyday. If he doesn’t text me back, I keep waiting for it. I am way too interested.

When is it considered a date?
Who pays? Agh!
Totally AWKWARD.
I need to fix this so he doesn’t think I’m a total loser. But at least he still called me, right?

A good thing, or a bad thing?
At 23, you’d think I would have gotten this down pat.

It’s Thursday today. Four days since he has called. What does that mean? Is he waiting for me to call? I know I said before to call me on the day and ask what if I wanted to hang out. And what was with all those summer activities he said we would do? He was [...]

in high school or university, you would have no qualms about getting to know new friends? Everyone is a student, most don’t have dark secrets or shady ulterior motives.
After graduation, your sample size exponentially increases to the point that you cannot determine who is good and who is bad. This person might be good, but [...]