Touchy-touchy. My boy, my boy. I don't know how it happened, but for the past week he wouldn't let me touch him, kiss him or even hold his hand. It hurts when you need a hug, or worse-just want one and can't have it without being rejected. It's like were not even friends. We don't get along very well. He's always angry with me, and I"m frequently pissed off feeling rejected.
"It must be something in the way you move it must be something in the way you look I'm not sure just yet..." -Tegan and Sarah
NO no. 10 days ago I was a happy girl, I walked hand-in-hand, alongside a boy who called me the love of his life. Now I'm awkwardly trailing behind that same boy who can't even force himself to kiss me goodnight.
Friday November 3rd. This past week has gone by so fast. A week ago today, I met a boy. His name is Dunal. I haven't left his side him since I met him. Love at first sight is so lame, but I saw him-and I loved him, and I haven't been able to shake myself free of his charm.
