Shit.
I realized something tonight.
I have changed.
I felt the guy who I have liked for two years lips pressed against mine, and I hated it.
Why is it that the fantasy must always be better than the real thing?
I mean, come on!
HE KISSED ME.
And I turned away.
He must think I am a bitch.
Me?
I don't think I should care.
But not-so-secretl
I do.
I care a lot.
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