Haligh, haligh, haligh, a lie
Well, I lied. I hope I feel good about myself now. Mostly, I don’t. Mostly… that conversation was one of the worst I’d ever had. I just kept thinking about my brother and how young he is and how much I care about all of his girlfriends that I’ve known for so long. And how the feminist-in-me’s first urge is to protect. So much for being radical.
I slept at Joe’s last night. I’m not too sure what I was thinking. But I know that everytime I woke up it felt like home. Except that I still don’t really wanna kiss him or touch him or any of that. So I don’t know what it is that I want or that I think I’m doing.
Ben Haas admitted he’s been infatuated with me for a year now last night on the phone. I think he was just drunk. It was still the sweetest thing ever. And I’m sure he meant it.