Whacked.

You know what, fuck you and your too attached shit.  I'm not fucking attached.  I just fucking like you, a lot.  But that's never been a secret.  Attached sounds needy.  I'm not needy.  I don't need you.  I want you.  Don't you see the difference?   I like it when I see something while I'm out shopping and I want to buy it for you because I know you'd love it.  I like it when you send me stupid sweet texts.  I like your little round head.  If that is what you think is being too attached...then fuck me I guess you are right.

So there.  Yes, I do think I just stuck out my tongue.

I'm not delusional.  I know you'll never choose me...no matter if you were into me or not.  You can't choose me because other people won't accept that and that is what motivates you.  I get it.  Still sucks tho.  :)  It sucks that I can't even get you to try.  I guess I do get obsessed about that part because I just get so gggrrrrr about the fact that you aren't even willing to try.

Then she goes and gets her hair cut.  :)

And here's the part where my stupid higher consciousness comes in.  Even tho I rant and rave about how you need to give me a chance...I know that maybe she is the better choice...but even as I write that, I'm not so sure I truly believe it.  She's right as in...she can give you all of her and you can bring her to Thanksgiving with you and your family will all smile and say how much they love her.  And, you'll smile and seem happy.  I just think that deep down, if you were honest with yourself...it might be different.

Then again, maybe I'm just a complete whack job.  :)