i told myself not to, then did anyway. argh. i frustrate myself more than other people do.

fucksake.

why do i like you? why do i like you? why do i like you?

you're perfect. absolutely perfect.

smart, you have my favourite type of humour, you're good looking, you have a nice body, not too tall, not smaller than me, reeeeeeallly lovely eyes, you're soso nice when you want to be, i get butterflies every time you speak to me, or if i see you.

gah, there are so many more reasons i could write down.

i'm pathetic.

no one i met after you quite compares.

you have higher expectations and standards now, and i just don't fit into them, not by a longshot.

i shouldn't blog this, but its just what keeps running through my head.

i shouldn't like you, but i do.

i'm trying to stop myself from thinking anything could happen, that's long gone, but i still can't help but have the tiniest bit of hope.

and i shouldn't feel like this.

but i do.