Well, I was going to blog about something COMPLETELY different, but this got in the way. What, you ask? Well, someone just happened to tell Basil I liked him.
Everything I was going to write just flew out my head.
Oh yeah: I don't even remember why I like him. No, that's not right: I remember why. But I don't remember the last time I felt anything for him. I forget what a crush feels like. All I know is fear and depression around him.
He was all depressed in French because he likes Paula. I was all depressed (and angry) in French because of him. This is unhealthy. I sense a discoordinated crush.
I would say I should get over him, but I don't know if I was really in to him. It's just...liking him was who I was for a year. In a way, it defined me. Now it's...gone.
I'm gonna find out who told and DESTROY THEM. Or just yell at them. A lot.