Stupid Cupid.

Don't you hate it when there's this perfectly fine guy at school that likes you but you don't feel the same way because there's this other guy that you're waiting for even thought he may never come?
I know, it's awful.
Have you tried and tried over and over to try and convince yourself that he's never coming but deep down never let it go because you want to believe that he's going to magically land at your doorstep?
I seem to feel exactly the same way about a guy who I haven't spoken to in at least a year and a half.
Stupid, I know.
I wish that this blog were going to say things like 'everythings fine' and 'love's always right around the corner' but I can't because I don't feel that way. If I said I did I would be lying.
It all started last year. I didn't even like him when I knew him. I thought he was arrogant prick and then all of a sudden, bam! My brain's suddenly screaming, 'Hey remember that kid in primary school that you were friends with? Well don't forget him.'
My point is that he probably doesn't remember me and here I am dedicating this blog to him. Totally pathetic. I guess I thought that maybe it might change my mind about him.
I guess it's like a diary but none of you know who I am or who I'm talking about which makes it perfectly okay to blab out.
How many of you do that? Am I the only crazy one or is this completely normal?
I really hope I'm not going insane. That would be awful.
Anyway. I'm going back to school tomorrow after Easter break and I can't help but wish a little inside that he'll ditch his private school, show up at the locker next to mine and our eyes will meet and suddenly I'll be in his arms.
But this is reality and in reality things like that don't happen. Life happens and sometimes life is a bitch. But I know I'll get over it the second I see my friends and that other certain someone, no names will be mentioned.
This someone reminds me of that other someone. Okay, confusing. Maybe I will use names. Fake ones of course (I would hate anyone to know.)
Okay let's call private school boy...Johnny, named after Johnny Pacar. And the other one...Alex, because of Alex Pettyfer.
Right I'm good.
Well Alex reminds me so much of Johnny. There are a few differences like Johnny plays bass and Alex plays guitar. Alex is a little darker than Johnny but either way they're similar.
Both into sport and both totally interesting and surprising. eg. Alex enjoys cooking and Johnny once had a conversation on how good Jesse McCartney was with me. Okay, we were like 9 but still.

I better go but that's the start of my blog. I hope you guys will keep reading.
Shit, what if no one wants to read it anymore. Crap that would be embarrassing.
Oh well, night everyone. xox Lolita.
;)