imalex's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I Was Myself I wish he would tell me he liked me. Or something. We can talk about our days, and our families, but he never once says what he likes about me. And then he asks what I complain about to Michelle. Why doesn't he text me? I wish he would grow his hair it would look cute. That's all I say. I think it's just coming from the fact that I don't get to see him, and sometimes I come home grumpy and frustrated. That's now me complaining. That's just me being me. Being moody. I always want more. That's who I am. And I really like having him around more and more, so it sucks that we live such independent busy lives. Because all I want to do is see him, and go on dates with him, and laugh and talk with him, and have him close. I may not know what I'm doing, he might end up giving up on me but at least I can say I was myself. 11:43 a.m. - 2013-12-08 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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