Diary of a Fox

Entry 12

June 10
Harold.
Is.
So.
Confusing.
One day, he acts as if I'm the last girl in the world. Then the next, I'm just tag-along in the "group". Seriousy. Like, four days ago, he says he'd die for me. I remember his exact words: "You won't die. I won't live with myself if you do. You can't die. Not until I do. And I don't really want to die anytime soon."
But, now, he avoids me.
Acts as if I'm invisible.
An extra part. A spare.
And it hurts like crazy.
I guess I thought that he, I don't know, might've liked me.
Great. Now I'm definetly crazy.
But he was the one that said I was beautiful, right?
Man, I nuts.
If only he wasn't so, back-and-forth.
Is he playing Hard-To-Get?
No, doesn't seem like the type.
Ugh, this is confusing.
Well, we're about to hit the road. Again.
Maybe, just maybe.
Maybe I'm not going crazy.

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