|Current mood:|| confused|
|Current music:||Groovy Kind of Love - Phil Collins|
I'm confused...Jordan thinks I hate him...and I don't at all. I think he's a pretty cool guy. And I thought that I was a good friend to him. I mean, I haven't been overly nice to him, no, because that's just not how I am with new people. But it's not like I'm hurling spit balls his way. It's so frustrating...every time I think I'm becoming a better person, something happens and I think whatever I'm doing is wrong! Urg...why do I beat myself up like this...it's times like this I wish I could just disappear into the ground for a day or two.