I found out that Terri hates me. And wrongfully so. I’m upset now that I wanted to get to know her better since she’s dating such a good friend of mine. But, apparently me being friendly is me being flirty. And, for the record, I’ve been nothing but nice to her. I mean, I put Alex in the friend zone all the way back in eighth grade for Pete’s sake! It’s just stupid, but I can’t stop thinking about it.
And, what sucks even more about it is that I should hate her, because when she kicked Alex’s heart in the ass, I was there to console him, and I tried my best to help him through things. I’m sure I wasn’t the only person there for Alex in his time of need, because Alex has a lot of good friends, but COME ON. She’s the bitch for dumping him for someone else, not me.
OH, and secondly, I HAVE A BOYFRIEND. Like dude, what the actual fuck? Ugh, fuck this. It’s shit like this that makes me hate high school. Is it time to graduate yet?
Seeing you add her again on facebook after I turned down your sex makes me laugh. I guess she’s the next option, but are you honestly desperate enough to want to sleep with a girl you said fucks like a corpse?
I need hugs. Good, long ones. The kind where your bodies relax into each other and your head rests on the other person’s shoulder. I want that other person’s hand stroking my back, massaging out the day’s stresses.
I want hand-holding and kisses and someone playing with my hair. I want the pretty words that come with these things.
But mostly I want the touch. The physical feeling that someone wants to be close to me.