He just called me cute. I don’t know if I should feel flattered or offended. Because sometimes when he talks to me, I feel reassurance. He picked me out of one of my horrible moods last week. It felt like he was the only one who could have done it. Then a few days ago, he tried talking to me, and he was just rude. And that put me in a bad mood. I hate this. I wish I never met him so I wouldn’t have these mixed feelings when he talks to me. Sometimes I feel anxious to the point of nausea, and sometimes I feel cute and happy.
Okay, kid, this is where it gets complicated...
Julie: a lackadaisical, neurotic, asocial, slightly supercilious asshole with absolutely nothing to complain about.
I ramble, and I'll answer if you ask.
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