Why can't I breathe whenever I think about you
Why can't I speak whenever I talk about you?

This is agony. I can't take it anymore. I mean, I did what I could, right? And now I have to wait for this boy to phone me back. Unfortunately, it's like with video goal reviews in the NHL. The longer the wait, the less promising it is for the team that supposedly scored. Same kind of mess here. Stupid stupid. I truly haven't let some guy get to me like this since high school, and so I KNOW I like the guy. Oh yes. And his stupid mixed signals make my brain hurt. And his lack of phoning makes my brain hurt. But most of all, the fact that I'm pretty sure that he's now going to try his best to avoid me makes me sad. It also means he's not worth it, but still. Even though I had the closure I needed, I still don't want to deal with someone else I care a great deal about treating me like I'm not good enough, or not a particular "type." Types are for losers, but then again, I've been turned down more times by people who say I'm not their "type" than I can count. le sigh....