The boy's got me.

I haven't been writing as much this past month. Mostly it's due to schoolwork taking up time. There's also this boy that I've used up most of my free minutes thinking about.

The end of the semester is not even a week old yet, and I still am using all my free minutes thinking about that boy. It's always about some boy, isn't it? I just miss him. I miss the little jokes, the semi-flirting, and the laughing. I miss having something to look forward to. I miss being concerned about what to wear and look nice around him.

I missed him so much that I did something I hate, and it's completely irrational. I got one of those crappy, semi-spam emails about making a wish, and if you do, it will come true after you forward the same email to a thousand of your friends. If you don't, then beware the curse of not having a relationship for such and such amount of years. But if you were good and followed the instructions, then someone that loves you will ask you out. I was terrified of never seeing him again that I panicked and quickly followed all the instructions. If that email had been sent during a different state of my emotions, then it would be automatically deleted.

I think this is the first time I've experienced the emotion of wanting someone. The morning after I saw him, I couldn't concentrate. I panicked because after class ended I didn't know how else I was going to see him. I came up with excuses to try to call him because I didn't want him to forget about me. (So needy and pathetic, I know).

I am having a massive regret attack. I shouldn't have played hard to get because I really like him.