Tonight I was thinking about the first time that Jake came to see me in Provo and how excited I was to see him. He took me grocery shopping (I didn't have a car then) and we watched School of Rock. I remember talking to him for hours and hours and feeling safe and wondering why I couldn't like him as much as he liked me. I think I have some sort of mental handicap where I like guys that don't like me, but I also don't like the guys who like me. I'm not one of those commitment-phobes, so what gives?
And people ask me why I always look tired.
C'est la vie.
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