So is it weird that it happened or is it just me? we kissed and its so hard to understand it what does this even mean? then we hung out again and it was cool or whatever but really? I mean you are trying so hard to not make it noticeable or you try to be indifferent but the way you look at me...there's nothing indifferent about that. You invite me into your house and just instantly I feel like I've been here before. Why is it that I hate you so much but at the same exact time I admire you. I guess you could say that I'm unsure of myself. No I don't like him. I don't like anyone but all of this just feels so familiar. its all so expected.
