Screamo Screamo Screamo
I know… I know… I haven’t posted in, like, forever. (Although I don’t see why anyone would care since I don’t have a single follower, and this blog is anonymous, so not even my friends follow it, but whatever). Things with the Screamo Lover aren’t going too great. I think he knows I like him, and has been avoiding me. God, I feel like such a clingy stalker of a friend. We ARE friends, by the way. It’s not like I try and strike up conversations with this guy I don’t even know. It’s just that, we’re not as good friends as we used to be, and … I’m sorry I’m digressing. I just like him so much it hurts!!! And it feels like destiny is this close to putting that thought of me into The Screamo Lover’s head, if that even means anything. It feels like all I ever think about is The Screamo Lover. Why do I have to be such a hormone-dictated teenage girl?
-thehalfbloodmince
