April 28, 2025
by Camila Rowan

I don’t know what’s wrong with me, honestly. There’s this guy, and he’s literally taken over every inch of my brain. Like, I can’t even focus on basic stuff anymore because all I’m doing is thinking about him.

The worst part? He’s so freaking dry over text it’s painful. It’s like pulling teeth trying to have a conversation. But when we’re actually talking on the phone or hanging out in person? Different guy. He’s funny, he’s sweet, he’s present. It’s like getting whiplash with all the mixed signals he’s throwing.

I keep telling myself not to be that girl who just sits around waiting for a text… but here I am, doing exactly that. Like clockwork. Sometimes I catch myself staring at my phone like a psycho, just refreshing and hoping he’s messaged. And when he does? Oh my god. It’s pathetic how fast I respond. Zero hesitation. I basically drop whatever I’m doing like it’s a life-or-death situation.

The other day, he Snapchatted me and I legit squealed. Like, full-on jumped in my seat. It’s actually embarrassing at this point. I know I should probably chill, but telling myself that and actually doing it are two completely different things.