and he's so funny in his bright red shirt

we were all in love and we all got hurt.

Mood: Tired, confused.
Listening To: "White Houses" by Vanessa Carlton.
Reading: A Million Little Pieces by James Frey.

He said he was breaking up with her. He said he didn't want to be attached to anybody. He flirted with me all week. I was glad that he wanted to talk with me, joke with me, laugh with me. But last night he colored a picture from someone's "Pretty Pony Coloring Book". He showed it to Caydee, proud of what he'd done. I wanted to see it, but he wouldn't show it to me. I finally joked around a bit more and had him unfold it.

A pink pony with a yellow mane. Above the pony it said "Kim".

My heart fell, and I tried to keep a smile on my face even though that knife was twisting and biting its way into my heart.

He walked away and Caydee whispered, "I'm sorry." I tried to blow it off, tried to act like it didn't matter, it didn't hurt. She and I knew it did.

I know it's stupid and teenage and immature, but I am stupid and teenage and immature.

I've just never liked anyone the way I like him, and he doesn't see it. They call him "The Pimp of the Play" because he's a huge flirt and all the girls like him.

I just thought maybe he'd like me back.

"I create feelings in others that they themselves don't understand."
-Lightning McQueen, Cars.

<3 = brittany