Wednesday, 20 February 2008
06:45:47 PM (GMT)
Tinged with regret, I sit here and write this. I've got to talk to him within the
next few days, or all hope is lost. Again.
And, yes, I actually talk like this.
He a freshman. I'm in eighth grade.
He's on the stage crew, and I play a townsperson.
I'm only a townsperson because it's the high school play, and I'm in middle school
He's only on the stage crew because he missed sign ups for the play.
I've liked him for over a year.
He's known that I like him for over a year.
He doesn't like me.
Well, at least he remembers me.
The play is in a week and a day.
And I've got that long to talk to him.
Or else I won't see him for another 6 months.
I'll talk to him this weekend.
Well, I'll try, anyway.
I'll probably need to recruit a mutual friend.
Because I can't even look at him without going week in the knees.
I need his email.
So I won't have to go all six months to see him again.
But if I can't even look at him, what makes me think I can email him?
Can't get him off my mind.