sorry. i'm trying not to spell it out.
i swear you drive me up the freaking wall. half the time i'm so sure of myself - and you - and the other half i'm hanging by a thread, not completely conviced or satisfied with anything.
nobody should have this sort of an affect on me. nobody nobody nobody.
i don't want you to. in a way. you just do. but there's
(
Read more... )