Frick.

Oh, sad dance of fail, welcome back.
You know how I get these stupid little crushes that don't really mean anything and don't affect me in anyway?
Well, this time is different.
It more like a metso piano crush.
And I'm sick of it.
I don't want to like anyone. At all.
Okay, Metso piano is a little more than what this actually is.
Let's put it on a scale.
A little crush that doesn't affect me would be a one, while a love thing would be a ten.
This is about a 2.
There. That works.

Gah.
I'm not ready for this.