So there's this guy that I like. Who isn't my boyfriend.
I don't feel guilty as such, it's more like what happened yesterday has now become a story in my head, something I imagined and simply wrote down...which I did. It's looking at me from the bottom of my laptop screen. I even missed my bus home from college because of him. I missed my bus because I was alone and wanted a hug and he was the only person within walking distance who I knew liked me enough to give me a decent hug.
I kissed him, I was majorly attracted to him. And I took advantage of the feelings I knew he had for me. I'm feel so cruel.