Its a journal entry, one of my first. Go gentle-ish, please.
4/11/11
He led me on. I swear it, He led me on.
All the times he smiled at me, all the times he bugged me for my starbust, he was leading me on, and he knew it.
He let me fall in love with him. Dumb mistake.
What happens next is hard to write, but I have too.
Fast forward to Halloween night-sugar drunk. I had just seen the Rocky Horror, I had eaten more gummy worms then I could count, and I announced myself as ‘Halloween Tramp-because there is a tramp for every occasion’
During my obligatory round of Truth or Dare, I grabbed my Itouch. I’m never chosen, because I always choose truth.
So I start up a conversation with him.
FINALLY!
Finally, I tell him that I’ve had a mega crush on him for months, and he replies with a, oh, this is hard to write, but he says that ‘I only like him because he’s from ythe ‘ghetto’ and I think it’s ‘edgy’
What does that even mean?
Great way to help the depression.
Anyway, I’m done with him. I’m done with boys for a very long time.
Even so, though, everytime he hugged me, smiled that infuriatingly cute smile, he totally led me on!
Done! I am done with him!
