I like him.
I like him and it’s driving me up the wall.
It’s driving me bat shit crazy.
It’s driving me nuts.
It’s driving me out of my own head.
I finally like someone after this string of having the quickest crushes on boys and it’s making me go mad.
I don’t like that I like him.
I do like that I like him.
Being in love with someone who lived so far away just doesn’t compare to having contact with someone you like who’s so close.
Yet he’s so far away. In any way imaginable.
Why does he have to be across the pond for these three months of what remains of the summer?
Someone save me before I drown in this monsoon of thoughts.