That Sorta Hurts

I was standing next to him. And he didn't even glance at me. I was waiting, y'know, that he'd turn and say,

"Oh, hi there."

But I didn't hear anything from you. You just distracted yourself with talking with that other girl, eh? Too busy, to even glance at me. Too focused.

We both know what's going on here.

What's even more unlikable is that you know I knew about this.

Stop avoiding me already.

Stop playing this stupid game against me.

Cause I'm going to lose if you keep this up...

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Feeling A Tad Bit Left Out

I feel alittle bit left out...

...

SCREW THAT, I FEEL LIKE I'VE BEEN WARPED TO A WHOLE 'NOTHER UNIVERSE! Spade and I are starting to be close friends, BUT

EVERY

SINGLE

TIME

SOMEONE INTERFERES OUR FRIENDSHIP. Either it is my boyfriend, or her friends(which consists of guys). Spade and I are closer than before, I can say, but I'm not on the same level as her. I'm more comfortable with being around her, but that's it.

That's all.

I know it's weird, but I can sense what level of friendship I'm at, and I'm currently at level 2 or being a complete friend with Spade. BUT NO. THOSE ANNOYING PESTS ARE IN THE WAY. Look, don't take it the wrong way, but I hate, and I mean ABSOLUTELY hate, being on level 2.

It's where I'm comfortable near a person to talk freely, but I have to be polite as well.

AND I'VE BEEN ON THIS LEVEL FOR FAR TOO LONG. Much. Too. Long. I'm even on this level with my boyfriend also. I'm his girl, but I'm also being polite.

UGH. SCREW THIS. I AM NOW PROCEEDING TO GO TO THE NEXT LEVEL.

Must... defeat... pests...

--Annoyed Purima