Boys Will Be Boys

So, I really hate the way some guys act when they think a girl likes them. Especially Greg. He's been so weird. Like, he just randomly stopped texting me a few days ago and I asked him if he was mad, but he isn't. THEN, one of my other friends told me he thought I liked him. And you know, I don't. I did, but like I said it's on and off-it's been that way for a while. I'm not going to like someone who starts acting the opposite of their normal personality. I just want my best friend to act normal. It's so stupid. I don't know. I'll keep you posted.

On another note, I think I'm going to make this blog just about social life in general.

I'll get right on that when I don't have a boat load of algebra homework collecting dust in my back pack. :]

I'm More Than You Can Handle, I Guess.

You know, I don't really like feet. I just like to look at my own and think, with a little polish and a guy's shoe in comparison, you're pretty cute. You're not too big or too small. You're perfect. Then I remember. These are my FEET I'm talking to. Just goes to show how much I overthink. I do that with everything, you see. Especially people. Guys, in particular. Which...is weird. Most of my TRUE best friends are guys. I pretty much get them. They're nicer than girls. Funnier. Well, half the time. Lately, I've been thinking about this one boy more than usual. First you must know, my boyfriend and I broke up not too long ago. I felt like he liked me more and he was-no is extremely clingy. We're best friends, you see, but I need more space after breaking up. Anyway, back to the particular boy that's been on my mind. I can't really tell you his name, because who knows who's reading this. I'm sure you understand. But we can call him Greg. I don't want to like him. I REALLY do not want to like him at all. I don't want it to be awkward between us. I don't want us to talk any less, text any less, or decrease the variety of topics we discuss. In fact, I want the OPPOSITE of those things. I want to be even closer. I want to be like inseparable. Doubted. But there's nothing wrong with wishing. I don't really even like him all that much, we're just best friends and I want it to be that way...I think. I'm such a silly girl. I can never make up my mind. Anyhow, i should probably tell you a little bit about how all of this started so it's easier to follow. Greg and I have been good friends since elementary school-best friends for quite a while. We have the weirdest conversations, and we spend a lot of time together. A LOT. I wouldn't have it any other way though. The boy's gorgeous-if you saw him you would understand. I've liked him on and off since I've known him, and recently found out he liked me at some points too. I wish I didn't like him. It's bad for me. He doesn't like me. I don't want things to change...I need to focus on school. On God. On my mission to love myself. But I can't help it...and hopefully through this blog I can get some outside opinions and just discover as I write-well, type. That happens, you know.