I’ve spent the last 5 days (give or take) with G. Our moods roll together and for some reason our bodies end up pressed against each other and we ignore it. He calls me his best friend and I catch him watching me as I work on a stupid puzzle. I don’t want to have sex with him (or anyone it seems like). I just want to hang out all the time. 

Oh and the punk I was sleeping with has gotten himself a girlfriend and I can’t even facebook stalk her. What the hell, universe.