MIA
It's official. I've lost my mind.
I'm working on a piece in "art club" and Justin is sitting across from me, playfully arguing with me about the conversation we had on the phone last night. But, instead of kicking him out or telling him to go away, I'm enjoying every single second of this.
I'm enjoying every single day of this.
I can discuss Western Peak College with him (He dropped my application off at the post office because I was too chicken-shit to mail it myself), I can discuss literature (I'm now convinced he knows more about Shakespeare that I do), and I can be myself.
With the exception of a few Saturdays here or there with Autumn and Jacob, Justin is who I find myself spending most of my time with. I go to all of the pep rallies now, sit at the fifty yard line for all of his games, and I soak up every single second that we spend together during car rides to and from school.
I'm trying my hardest to let myself accept that this is a good thing, that this could possibly turn into something more, but there's a small, tiny voice in the back of my head that keeps warning me: "Don't get too invested...This won't last. He won't last..."
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Resentment - (18+)
FanfictionRe•sent•ment: The act of hating - no, loathing Justin Bieber. (Yes, I'm well aware that's not the actual definition, but it might as well be . . .) It's been ten years since we've seen each other and the feelings are still as strong. I'm not going t...
