I stare at my ceiling letting my alarm just ring. Sam. s**t. Sam. s**t. Sam. s**t. Sam. s**t. Oh god. I turn to my side shutting the alarm off. All through last night up until literally right now. I've been thinking about Sam. And yes. I believe I like him. I took in everything and when I say everything I mean... like everything we've talked about every time we've hung out everything. And I truly am in like with him. It makes me so completely uncomfortable. I don't know how I'll act. What I'll do, what if he finds out I'm being weird and I say some weirded s**t. No f*****g way he feels any of this towards me. UGH!! My mind just wanders off about him again. Everything. He's hot! Exhibit A.) and then exhibit 2.) he's got the personality!! Like come on he's nice ya he's funny, sarcastic a
