Three dangerous words. Each time they are uttered, in this order, trouble of some kind is bound to ensue: 'Supposed'. 'To'. 'Be'. Oh, how tempting it is to string them all together without those quotation marks, and thus let loose the demon of destiny. This irritating imp lives within us all. It nags and niggles us. It urges us on to judge everyone and everything - most of all ourselves. Is this what's supposed to be happening? 

Keenyn,

I miss the feeling that you genuinely care about me. I feel like it's some difficult task just for you to call me, as if you feel like you must..not because you want to. Whatever. I do care...but let me go ahead and say I don't...just to make myself feel better.

Don't confuse my personality for my attitude towards you. My personality is who I am, my attitude depends on who you are.

My heart doesn't beat, fuck the heart throb feel. I'm not going to over think the fact that it's stupid to care about the situation, because regardless of the reasons you would propose to me as to why I'm over reacting...it does bother me...a whole fucking lot. There isn't even a word to describe the way I feel right now.

It's so weird that I want to like you, but can't.
according to Naiseyi "it's easy to tell your feelings for me.."
But I don't know. Last night was nice though.
It's good to know I can bring people around Naiseyi without her judging.