fourty five degree angles
I'm being weirdly paranoid right now. I don't like it at all. I suppose maybe this is what normal people feel like sometimes, except, yeah, the lines don't match up. scratch that. I can't even say anything. I don't usually get crushes like this. I'd really rather just mindlessly gush in a way that'd make everyone uncomfortable, but I feel like that'd be sortof claiming involvement of some kind, which there isn't any of, really. I have to keep reminding myself that I'm being unreasonable, but I can't decide whether to chide myself for reading too much into simple gestures or for being stupidly blind to the same. fah, I don't understand how to read things from this perspective.