Plaid the Cute Ass...

Texting is so interesting, it's all the words in our in heads that we then transfer to our little cute phones that convert them into words. I mean there's nothing wrong with that, for the most part, but the problem is that we lose the humanity in the words that we want to express.

So, when you write a good long three paragraph essay about  how you feel over texting it just, well, seems sad.  I did that last night and now thinking about it probably could have been 10 times easier if I just had told him in person. (But let's be honest here it just was to awkward to do that and I would has probably cried my little eyes out...so fuck no). 

But the problem is that we have been talking for four months now and it's just funny to think that after I told him that I like him. I don't even care that much about the whole thing. Long story super short I wrote him a heart felt text and well being the cute yet major asshole that he is. He read the mother fucker and never even replied back. 

And we have school on Monday, so fuck my life right. However, the relationship gods from above are so evil. And that life itself is just to fortuitous that as much as want to avoid him I just keep running into him. 

I mean I will see him in the hallways, it's not like he's going to move to Canada and become the next great grizzly bear hunter and live in the mountains for a year. As wonderful as that sounds I might just miss him even more if I don't even see him. 

So Monday is approaching and I have class with him. It's also the last block of the day too. I still have no fucking clue what to do, so I'm just going to pray to the Gods and hope that this nightmare ends. But at the same time I hope that he replies back and just talks to me, oh well we shall see.