I'm back to doing things for him at the drop of a hat.
No it's stupid because even though I know what's happening I'm still letting it happen.
I hate the pretty ones.
He's not screwing with me on purpose. At least I don't think he is.
I was telling Chels that I stick around for the challenge.
He doesn't let me win and everything is at his convenience.
He doesn't let me win and everything is at his convenience.
It's fascinating to me that there's a boy that can control me.
But I like to win! We're not dating. He wins.
I know all of that crap. I'm not trying to date him.
I just think our friendship is entirely superficial.
I want something more real.
More definite.
One way or the other.
One way or the other.
It's this blurry line between really good friends and not friends at all.
It's not like I don't know where we stand. We're friends in context of the band. I'm not trying to make it more than that.
There are just some days where it seems like we're actually friends.
I want it to be either a yes or a no and have it be that way all the time.
