I sometimes wonder if I annoy you, Parker.

Perhaps it's because of the looks you give me, or my own personal paranoia, but sometimes, I really do wonder if you get irritated. If you do, then I'm sorry. I hadn't meant for it to be that way.

If you're wondering why I suddenly thought of this, it's because I've begun to reflect on Allan. He showers me with so much attention that sometimes, I really want to bonk him on the head with a book. His pranks, which at first start out as harmless and amusing, have somehow turned out to be really annoying and immature. Sure, Allan's a good friend, but sometimes, I would really want to bind him with a rope and put duct tape over his mouth, just to shut him up sometimes.

I guess I'll back off from the pestering from now on.

You know, if I didn't have these feelings for you, I would probably be the devil in your life, torturing you all day long.