So like this really, REALLY relates to many of my earlier posts. It's about the girl I like. I thought I was in love, then thought I was over her. I'm wrong, I'm not over her. I was for a week though. But I guess I'm just drawn to her, no matter how much shit I get from her. My feelings for her make me confused and conflicted. No matter how hard I try to move on it's practically impossible for me. If I even somehow got a girlfriend it would be impossible. At least I'm not totally engrossed in my depression though, she hasn't been a total bitch to me lately. But when I heard my one friend slapped her, I was more mad that I didn't get to see it than that he slapped her. It made me mad at myself but at the same time gave me a sense of accomplishment. Like I said, I'm really confused and conflicted. My emotions could be comparable to when you leave a bag of gummy worms in the sun, they fuse together and are practically impossible to separate. They're knotted up creating the noose that hung my conscience years ago. Obviously rather than killing it off along with all my positive emotions they somehow survived and started surfacing again.
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