I like boys
They like me
They look so good
in they jeans
Want you to be the one
And my on-ly
I wanna be faithful
But I can't keep my hand out that cookie jar
I am conflicted. And the fact that it is eternal summer here, and my man isn't say the things that I want him to say, and that the temptation is always there is not making things any easier.
I am just sort of feeling that he is full of secrets. Not a lot of secrets, but just some that he does not want me to know about.
Like the girl that wrote on his wall for his birthday yesterday..:
"happy birthday, babe. It was great seeing you in Chicago. x"
Okay she could be a friend, but not a lot of MY friends call ME babe. Well, I guess, she's not even that pretty. Or at least that's what I keep telling myself to keep away from feelings of jealousy. But still...
And I would not call any of my non-single friends "babe". Just saying.
Don't get me wrong. I want this guy more than anyone else in the world. He just has to show me more sweet, sweet loving, loving.
Otherwise, it's not like there aren't any other viable options for extracurricular entertainment...
I'm just saying.