25 to Life- Eminem

My best friend in the entire world is this boy I met in 8th grade, his name is Cory. He isn't sarcastic or quick witted but he's sweet and funny in his cory way and wonderful. Sometimes I really want to punch him in the face though. And he can make me angry like only few people can. Last night I'm going on and on gushing about this girl I really like and he goes and says "you're self destructive."

How the fuck is that even relevant? and by the way so not true. Okay, so sometimes I do find myself sabotaging things in my life but once I notice I try my hardest to fix it. I just think that self destructive is extremely harsh.

After I got upset and told him so he just said "I just want you to realize how beautiful and wonderful you are"

This is what I think of the whole situation. He's an introvert. Everything his thinks and feels must be pried out of him. He never willingly comes to me with problems or thoughts. I have to notice that something is wrong and ask if he needs someone to talk to.

I am obviously an extrovert for the most part. I don't have a problem expressing my feelings on most subjects. So when I get excited about things I am all about it, all words and wild fantasies. But I think where we get disconnected is that I think he thinks that I actually believe the bullshit I'm saying. When I say "OH MY GOD look how perfect we are for each other we both like coffee!!!" I don't actually believe that. Although, I do think that if someone likes a good ol' cup o' joe we will probably get along a little better. I just have an imagination that runs away from me and it's all spilling out of my mouth before I can really process it.

He also called me crazy during that conversation. I'm not crazy I just get excited about things. He called me obsessive as well. I think I just go through phases where I think certain people are more interesting than others. It's not like I do this with regular people. I do it with band boys/girls or actors/actresses. I just haven't quite grown out of my fan girl teenage years. I don't see what's wrong with that.

The more I think about this the more irritated I am for letting him ruin my good mood last night. And then he wonders why I talk to other people instead of him. gah.