My foot is so damn itchy~
What time is it? One thirty-nine on July 4th, 2012. I should be sleeping, I opted out of going to Zach Dubee’s party (why do I always go to those things, I don’t like that scene, I like quiet, soft music, coffee shoppes, libraries, painting, not overheated rooms, throbbing bass, sweaty humans that I know but don’t recognize). I have too much on my mind. I think I’m falling in love… All these years denying any hope of romance, known for my cynicism. All those years being so close to him. All those classes we shared, but looked over each other without a second glance. All those years of fabricating these crushes on his closest friends, without any consideration for him. He cares for me, which in the beginning, seemed like such an impossible feat. I built that wall because of my skepticism. With what has happened that wall is quickly dissolving and I’m beginning to see what’s on the other side.
Something’s going to happen, I can feel it…