I’m shunning myself away from people whom I call “friend” because I’m afraid of hurting them. If I have no friends, I won’t be able to hurt them.

And in fact, I can call him a kid since he’s still a minor :p

If I could go with anyone to prom this year, it’d be you. I don’t mind not dancing, I’m not much of a dancer anyways, but I’d like to take that time to eat dinner and have a nice, long conversation with you. I’d like to get to know you better. I’m slowly learning more and more about you as the days go by, but we’ve never actually talked face-to-face, and I would love to spend the night conversing with you.

The little things are drawing me to you, but I must resist the temptation for every reason out there. Settling for what little spec of nothing that is there now is all I can do. I’ll keep trying my best to make you smile and lighten your mood, despite my failed attempts. I’m trying my best to be there for you and I hope that’s making a difference and a strong impact on you.

You were all I ever wanted and I waited patiently to be with you. I tried really hard to do everything right just so we wouldn’t have any problems starting up early in our relationship. But you dipped on me without an explanation why. What went wrong?

But it’s cool, bro. In time, I’ve come to realize what a douchebag you really were. I shouldn’t be trying effortlessly to make “us” work. I shouldn’t be waiting around on you. I’m too good for someone who only wants me when there’s someone else making the same effort I was with you.

You came back into my life to give “us” another try. Your reason for doing so? I’ll keep believing it’s because I became friends with my ex again and you want to compete with him, until you finally give me a reason to believe my assumption is wrong.

I used to think it was a privilege to have you. You were amazing. But the tables have turned and I’m the one who’s amazing and it’d be a privilege to you, to have me. Too bad you dun fucked up.

Keep running back to your crazy ex, IDGAF anymore. I’ve given you enough chances to leave her behind and start a relationship with me. Deuces.

I know I should just be grateful that I have a date,

especially someone that I really wanted to go with.

But I can’t pretend just that makes me completely happy.

I believe that asking someone to a dance in a special way

makes them look forward to going even more.

I know I’ve been coming off too strong,

practically threatening him to ask me thoughtfully,

but it’s my senior year,

can you blame me for wanting everything perfect?