recovering from the repercussions of last night and the bitterness is mild but still lingering and i’m not angry with you, not in the slightest, but something is there and i suppose it has everything to do with my inability to act on my feeling. from the start, i was never the traditional type and i was never the one earnestly waiting because let’s be honest, i am too impatient for all of that. i have to thank you though. upsetting as it was, it reminded me that i really fucking hate waiting and it’s time i stop hoping for something to happen on its own so i suspect the next time a situation like this occurs, i won’t be expecting him to ask me to dance.
and since i’m finally admitting all these things i might as well tell you. i think i’ve always had this slight attraction towards you and i love that you think the strokes are the best and i still wish i hadn’t waited until wod to talk to you because now i may be leaving and who knows, i may never see you again.
enough confessions for today.
