The boy

Ok, so I have to admit this. I can't stop thinking about the boy. I don't want to seem like a stalker, but he's really pushed some buttons that haven't been pushed in a long time. I just erased half of what I was going to write because I'm being stupid. I don't know, I need to go for a walk or something, or for a swim, or for a skydive. SOMETHING. Anything to just make this feeling of needing to see him go away. Not completely, but enough so that I can function as a normal human being. I did clean my room today, and I'm going to finish it tomorrow. You might think that got my mind off things, but no. I'm pretty sure the only reason I cleaned my room was so that he could come and see it some time. God, I'm being so stupid. I feel like I'm 17 again. (I'm talking like it was that long ago...) I really am as giddy as a school girl. Maybe I'll call Heather. Then we can go for a walk in the desert.

Smell Ya Later..

Dee