you know when you meet someone nice, then they say things like ‘get in my bed’ or ‘i had a dream about your boobs’, kinda makes me lose hope a little. especially after last week, and last night, the guy i like is a tosser! big time. you know when you feel sick thinking about someone, and feel sick when you think about what happened, and feel sick when you see them, yet you still like them SUCH a RIDICULOUS amount? yeah, that. ugggggggggggggh