god i hope i didn't fuck things up. i know i probably shouldn't even be freaking out, but the fact that i over-analyze everything doesnt help. i like you. and that scares me. hoping to get a text from you soon.
fuck that last entry. you know what i want for christmas? the truth. and nothing but the whole truth. i need him to fucking come clean, because hearing different things back and forth is literally ripping my heart out.