Different...

...is e only word I can think of to describe us.

Our ways of thinking

Our styles of doing things

Our perceptions of situations

...all so different.

All because of this word, I'm not inclined to tell him how I feel.
There'll be no beginning but there might be an end.. ..An end to e friendship.

I feel like a small little girl, having butterflies in e stomach and becoming all goofy and weird whenever I see him. That's not too good 'coz I kinda think it puts him off and erases whatever impression I may have cast on him earlier.

Just not me when I'm goofy..
So duhz.. So irritating.. So sensitive.. So whatever..

I guess then e best decision is to put a stop to the feelings part..

What's e point of letting him know when it's clear that nothing's gonna come out of it? What's e point of letting feelings grow when I'm not noticeable? What's e point of doing things when it doesn't mean anything?