A Pathetic Teenage Dream

Okay. So maybe it is just a little of him.

I keep going over different scenarios in my head of what could possibly happen on saturday.

Scenario One:

I head out to a friend's to pick her up, and we call another friend to see if she wants to come and chill with us at the BLVD too. We go and pick her up, and he's there. We hug tightly, and I just want to stay in his arms right there. But we invite him to the party as well, ha.

Scenario Two:

He just calls when he gets back into town and wants to see a movie or something at his house. Just chill because we haven't seen each other in two weeks.

I'm an idiot. A hopeless-romantic, idiot who's somewhat masochistic in creating such scenarios with some one that something might never happen with.

Then again, things might.

I'm too attached to this guy. I thought that giving us some space would help, like it had in the past, but I find myself just counting down the days now. Watching the hours. It's completely pathetic. I'm pathetic. UGH.

It's like I'm stuck in that obsessive, high school crush stage all over again. . . .

Maybe that's what Katy Perry means, haha.

"You make me feel like I'm living the Teenage Dream, the way you turn me on."