OKAY SO, I need to stop thinking about it. It doesn’t make ANNNYYYY difference at all, until my birthday. I am waiting, not wondering. Waaaiting. Not wondering. I just need to remember that, and I can keep my sanity. It doesn’t matter if he likes or does not like me tomorrow, or the next day, three weeks from now, three months from now. It doesn’t matter. At all. Worrying does no good anyways. It won’t change anything. Quibbling with myself will NOT change anything.
I thought quibble was a cooler word than nitpick.
In any case, please, mind, STOP THINKING ABOUT THIS.
Done.
I can’t wait until Saturday.
