Don't you forget about me 5

Does she really like me? Why would she like me though? I am not handsome and sporty like those boys who hang around her, basking in her light. I'm cute though. Does she like cute? Am I cute like a dog or a pet or cute as in adorable? I dunno, I dunno. She does smile at me. I make her smile, and what a smile it is when her blue eyes twinkle and she smiles. It's like I'm floating in the air toward the blue sky. But does she like me? Why did he tell me that? I dunno. I dunno. What am I supposed to do if she does like me? AM I supposed to fight all those boys to get to her, cause a riot, make a scene. She's shallow, Jennifer says. What does that mean? Who's really deep anyhow? Does she like me? Am I going to ask her out? Am I going to go to first base, then second, then third, then home? Then what? What would we talk about? Kim-chi and Kung-Fu? I dunno. I dunno. What am I supposed to do... daydream about her and live inside of my mind? I must take action. Ask her out? So afraid. She'll say no in some nice way as not to hurt my feelings. So afraid. She's so much above me and so beautiful. Her eyes... they hypnotize. Her face seems so heavenly. Do I like her? Sometimes I imagine kissing her and this electric feeling goes through me. I see for the first time. Sometimes I am not sure why I think about her for God's sake, better not. But it makes me feel good. Like smoking pot makes me feel good? No. Yes, when everything someone else says takes on a deeper or funny meaning, whatever that means. And if I do like her, what's wrong with that. My damn face. It's not a face for her face. I dunno... I dunno. It's hard. Just when. But what am I going to do? AM I going to like her or not like her? I'm fucked. I guess it doesn't matter.