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a while back you told me that it sucks that we only get to talk "like once a semester." well apparently it didn't suck that bad because you never did a goddamn thing about it. and we're next door fucking neighbors for fuck's sake. every time we've hung out since then i've been the one who says "hey, what's up?" [and just on cue "i've been thinkin about my doorbell/when you gonna ring it?" comes on the radio]. you've never once since then called me, knocked on my door or even said hello when you see me in the yard. and i know you've got a boyfriend and you know i want you, and maybe that's why you haven't taken the first step. but seriously, what kind of boyfriend would rather move back in with his parents than with you??? that's fucked up and you know it.
also, just now i wasn't fucking stalking you, i was getting some fucking basil from the garden, so there's no need to fucking hurry up the steps and shut the door real quick pretending you didn't see me. if you don't want me in yr life then find the fucking clitoral fortitude to say it to my fucking face.
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