Grr.

It's something about me that I just can't put my finger on, which is crazy: I should be able to put my finger all around me and know how it feels. But I never put my fingers to my lips...yet no words escape through....

I like a boy, you guys.

And it has completely thrown me off my happy trail....We spoke ONCE. I smiled, and said thank you for holding the door. See you tomorrow.

And since that day. If we never had that one minute conversation. I would be peachy.

But now I feel it in my gut. In my gut's gut. I NEED TO TELL HIM.

I've told three people already, I told them not to tell like we're in kinnygarten....Cuz I wanna tell him. The old outgoing me would have told him. The somewhat.....__?_____?__ refuses to say a word. I don't know if this is a maturity thing, the yearn for chilvaric actions, or just me being antisocial. I always was a firm believer in dominance, that is who I have been and who I might be for a very. Very. Long time. But where is it? Where are my balls? Did they shrivel? I cannot even remember the last time I spoke my mind. It only takes three words to change eveything. I like you. Then I'd either feel stupid cuz I gotta see him for the rest of my summer or I'd feel awesome because he would say the same. But that's fairytale. And my life has so far been a joke, so why stop the hilarities now? I refuse to saw a word :(