I’ve always really liked this girl named Winona.
And by like, it’s not some “I’ll get over her in a year” thing. It’s pretty real.
I’ve liked her for a year now, and she drives me crazy.
She’s beautiful, has the best laugh, and doesn’t care what people think about her.
She’s more of a gamer than I am, which blows me out of my socks, considering that I’ve been playing games my whole life.
She’s an internet maniac, cute, and caring for those she meets.
She is love, she is life. (if you caught that reference, UP TOP!)
She’s just so… like me that it infuriates me. The only problem is, she’s a grade above me.
And in my school, even being friends with someone in a different grade is weird. Being good friends is near impossible. Best friends, unheard of. In fact, even being good friends with a girl gets you focus-fired by gossip and rumors. It’s not nice.
And I try to talk to her, but I’m just to shy. I hate it. I’ve found so many other nice girls who like me, why not this one?
I don’t know if life is giving me a lesson on contentment or learning how to cope with love you can’t hide or teaching me courage by encouraging me to shoot for her or what.
It drives me crazy. Crazy enough to come here.
Oh well. Maybe some day.
