"ok, i totally get it. we are clearly out of each others league. she's sophisticated, i'm not. she's sexy, i'm not. she's feminine, i'm not. she's not cool. I AM."
I thought it was gonna be fine. I thought it was gonna be entirely okay. But it wasn't. Clearly, I hate her and she hates me. One of the most arcane problems in my life: How Come? We were doing fine, as friends. For me. I guess, college showed us what we were made of. What we were made for. It was just like "those" other friendships that didn't last long on a daily basis. A social and forgivable f aux pas. I didn't regret the day we came to be peers, because I understood her the w