i feel better now, thank you, love you love you love you.

it makes me angry. everything, that happens all the time, the things i cant help but feel and do, and think, as much as i try not to. its about those songs, that still make me uncomfortable, still hit me, still make me cry for no reason, when im driving home. its the way i sometimes dont want to say "i love you" because i dont want anybody to know ( Read more... )

you ask me if i remember that night, when you were crying and i was crying too ( Read more... )

hey, see you all out there. im already on my way out.

ohhhhhh my goshhh.

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that there, thats not me. i go where i please.... im not here. this isnt happening.

forget you? i could never.

i love him. because he drinks his coffee black, and because he makes that face, when he's rolling his eyes. i love him, because he's tall, and hes sweet and he's good, and everything else about him, i love him for those reasons too.
before i was even able to rationalize my way out it, he just took my heart from me.
how sneaky.

the thing that scares me is that i could get used to feeling this way. i could get used to him.

sometimes, you get confused for no reason. youre not even really confused at all, you know the right answer, of course you know it youre no idiot, but you still doubt yourself. you still wonder. you still hesitate. and its because your heart and brain arent always on the same page, which is a constant aggrevation, in my life anyway ( Read more... )