I'm going to have to kill myself, obviously. [And don't read that like you're actually reading it. Twice in my life I've been talked to about suicide for saying things jokingly and I don't need that again.]
To make my explanation easier, I'm going to un-Private the post I made
disappear last night.
Here it is. I don't want to talk about the video. I don't want to look at the video or anything to do with it. I watched it all the way through some time later with sound, and realized I lost him in more than one way [It isn't about this as much, but the underwear model in the background, the pelvic thrust? I... no. I didn't know, Nick.]. So yes,
this post was completely serious, and I wasn't trying to be awesome. I was trying to get the guilt of it off my back or something, and yeah, I legit studied his face for a while.
If you have talked to me about it, or plan on it, I won't be saying anything back, sorry. Like I said, I'm obviously delusional to have that effect me so much. God I hate this. I just want to take last night back SO much, and I can't. I can't un-watch it. I can't stop knowing that I did that...
Just to clarify: I'm not at all disappointed in Nick. I'm disappointed that I somehow led myself to believe I knew him, and disappointed that I found out I didn't.
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Now to get the hell off the subject.
I just woke up from a dream B was in. God you guys, it was brilliant. I was at church because my [dead, by the way; she was alive in the dream though] grandma was visiting and I'm not sure why that would get me to church let alone his church, but okay. So at first I didn't look for him because I didn't want to get all sad, but then I noticed he wasn't up front, and looked in the pews and there he was sitting and I just smiled. Every time I looked at him, I smiled. And at his wife too [but maybe that's because she didn't look like Shawna-Lee in my dream at all]. And idk what my brain is... LMAO, but he had frosted the front section of his hair, but I just laughed behind my hand a little, and then I was like, "Oh okay... B, I guess on you it's kinda hot." Only I've never called B 'hot' in my life. He's handsome and gentlemanly.
But anyway, it was nice. I didn't cry, or hide, or run. I was just happy. It was amazing.
This always seems to happen though. It's weird. Every time I have like some sort of weird crisis with JB, I always end up thinking about B, and he
just makes me
happy. It's like the only time he doesn't even make me a little bit sad, is when I'm freaking internally over something about the Jonas Brothers, and then other wise, it's JB who I think of to take my mind off B.
( I think I said this in a weird way. )I just wish that I could have them at the same time, and never be sad/freak out over them. I think I'd be happy, almost.