New Rules...

So when people say that life moves on, it moves on. But in this case it has moved  on in the best way possible. I told my crush I like him two weeks ago, and for a gay flamboyant Asian kid that's a miracle in the making. He's also a hot football jock and stud muffin 

However he played the asshole card and completely cut me off. So he deleted my number, avoided me in school and also just stopped talking to me in general. And little me here went in to autopilot cry mode, with a dash of fuck the world. 

So all last week I believed that I could have moved on. And with a help my friend, telling me to move on from him will be even faster if I got a hair cut. Interestingly, that seemed to help a lot. It felt as if a shit ton if my life problem has some how simply disappeared, and I felt as if I could take on the trivialities of the world with a Prada bag on hand. 

But there was also the other side of me, the self conscience side that told me that the hair cut was so fucking bad and not that cute. However that did not last long once I got complimented on how hot I look. I will not lie I did secretly feel hot from with in my soul. 

But what was even more funny was that it got the attention of Plaid, my crush. And it's awkward when the guy you like looks at you, after a whole week of not looking at you on purpose and also avoiding you. So I asked him if my hair looked cute, and he told me that it does and that he liked it. 

 I think it was at that vary moment that I fell back in to liking him. As I was about to move on with my life, I fucked up and fell back in to liking that little pice of shit. But, he's a hot pice of shit and he's cute, plus he's fairly nice. 

So I don't know how it's going to workout between Plaid and I. Now he's all flirty with me agian, and im just so lost in this forest of emotions. I cannot tell you that I like you but you're going to fucking flirt with me. Oh well it's still cute that he flirts but now I know the rules and I just can't break them.