Grargh, Boys

I don't want to go on a date with Kirby. At all. I don't want to hold his hand, and I don't want to kiss him.

My brain is one crazay bish.

I just want to toss Kirby to the side and ask out Mr. President, but I... don't want to. And I think I just now figured out why.

What happens when I get a date with someone, or at least get to the point where I know they really like me? I stop liking them.

I think I just really want to keep liking Jacob, and subconsciously I believe that if I get him on a date, I'll stop liking him. Well, more like consciously believe. 'Cause it's true.

Anyways, yeah. Grargh, boys.
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