So I went to the mall today, I ended up getting three swimsuit bottoms (a string, a tie, and boyshorts), a black bikini top, two bracelets, and a makeup bag. Oh, and let's not forget the magazines I walked out of Barnes and Nobles with. It occured to me, when I saw Sam's brothers fiance, Brittany, working in Macy's (where I stole two bottoms and the top from) that it's probably wrong to be doing this. Does it stop me? No. I still took them. I took the magazines after that, too.
And I feel bad, but I reason it with, "I'm fucking broke, we live paycheck to paycheck with so little room for spending money, but if I ask for it, I'll get it. Every single time. And then I feel worse than I do now."
Right? Maybe.
I don't know.
I think it should be Wednesday already. Come Wednesday, I won't have time to think. My sisters are coming over for the day and I'm going to see Sam. I'm thinking Wednesday might bring Third, but who knows?
I want Third and I want it bad. Hell, I just want Sam badly. I don't know what it is about that boy, but emotionally and physically and spirtually, I crave him. I want every single part of him.
How did I not notice him for two years? This confuses me.
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