Crazy Bitch, Crazy Bitch, Crazy. . . Bitch
Yep, more than just lyrics to a song, it’s what I’m feeling like over here. As I sit here over-analyzing absoutely everything now since the date. I wasn’t doing this before, so why do I have to do this now?? Anyone?? Can you throw me a bone here and let me know why?? I am sure it has to do with the expectation thing, but for christ’s sake, how do I stop? Sometimes that’s why I hate the texting thing, because you text, and it takes them forever to answer back, so you wonder why it’s taking so long, is it because they’re texting someone else, or are they just ignoring you, or. . . .see what did I tell you? Crazy bitch! I have been trying to not text him so much, but I want to talk to him, I want it to be just like it was before the date. But it’s not going to be like it was before the date, because we have met, and that changes everything. I can only hope that it changes things for the good. I know I am obsessing over this whole thing, but this is one of the few outlets I have to get rid of these thoughts. Can someone just take the fucking phone away from me?? Take it away Buck Cherry. . .