strip mall

Boys are something I'm really picky about. That's probably why I don't have a boyfriend or an inkling of one and probably won't any time soon. I can't go shopping for boys or anything, even if I do, I don't find anything I really like. But you can't shop for boys, they're not things you can buy.

So far, one has asked me out. I basically said I'm not ready, which, I'm pretty much not.

...It's fair game for both of us, then, right?

So why does it bother me so much when I see him with this freshman girl?

Answers come in two true forms - yes, and no. Basically, I said no.

I guess what I'm trying to say is... maybe what I meant was something else... But I've buried it down so deep I can't really tell...

I found myself chanting this to myself all day.

"Bury it deep
Don't let it show
Never ever
Let anyone know."

It's like a magic spell or something, that just doesn't really work.

I'm just as confusing as my sunburn is red. (Which is like over-ripe tomato red.)