so the ultimate question is, why am i questioning? why am i left wondering what i could have done wrong? and why is it impossible to take your own advice? i always tell my girlfriends no man should ever make you question whether or not he's into you, but maybe i'm just too into him and my analytical mind is ruining it on its own. my mind is my own little psycho girlfriend. ugh. gross! as if!
bottom line- i've basically decided that, since mr. music knows that tonight would be the last night he can see me before he leaves to his music festivities, if he doesn't that should say how he really feels...right? riiiiiiiight?! right.
*little update* i figured i would go to class with the champagne and my nightly medicine (so i can take it at his house) juuuust in case he calls. that way i can feel like a fool when he doesn't. aren't i the epitome of hope?




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thanks for the sweet love! love, little.
p.s if you want to leave mean love i will unleash my league of midgets on you. no one likes to get attacked by midgets.