Bunraku Seirei

So, today is not quite as super fantabulawesome as I might have hoped; I did go bowling and talk to Mike and Josh a great deal, and on the bus I really talked to John and Simon--who, for once, started talking to me first, and as soon as he got on the bus. But it was friendly chat. He's really nice, I mean. But I can tell that he doesn't like me, and that he likes me like he likes the other (skinnier, prettier) girl Brianna who was talking to him too.

He's not like Kyle. The senior with the pretty eyes who makes a point of hugging me several times during lunch block. Today Kyle gave me his jacket and pulled me into him to huddle and stuff. He kept rubbing my arm. It was sweet and all. Everyone at the tables said that too, but I wasn't quite so enthusiastic. At one point Kyle said, "Don't worry about me. You keep me warm."

I love the attention, I just don't love him.

There, I said it.

It just doesn't click with me--like it clicked with Simon, which may be ironic because Simon turned out to be pretty much just like all the other guys at the school, apparently. I don't know. I don't even know if I can trust my common sense right now. It feels like someone has thrown a blanket over the left side of my chest and tied it tight, so that my heart can't breathe and no logic or blood flow can reach it.

Eh...