February 2011
January 2011
You know, I am so bugged right now. I wonder what else you think about me. Did I see your true colors?
If it wasn’t for that one little thing, everything would be different now.
The worst time of a 24-hour period is late at night, when my thoughts all come to the surface. When I have to think about you. When I have to consider every possibility of what really bothers me about everything that happened that summer.
Is it really because of her? Is it because of me?
I am so lost. I just want to pick of the phone and text you. Call you. Ask you how are you and what’s...
You honestly have no idea how much it’s killing me inside do you?
Yeah, I figured it out. And it hit me with a rush....
I don’t understand why you did that. I told you not to, and you go and do it? Are you seriously trying to hurt me? You know everything that happened last summer. All my thoughts, my feelings. Why did you talk to him? My mind is spinning. I want to scream. I want to cry. I want everything to go back to normal. But it won’t. And I can’t.
I don’t know that we should be...
I guess that’s why they say, “you’ll never miss something/someone until they’re gone.”
You think you know everything about me. You are...
Blue and Gold lockers surround the secluded hallway. I’m walking in from the frigid day of a January afternoon. The school’s last bell rang with an obnoxious BRINGGGGGG. Practice was late today. Two long hours to wait.
I aimlessly walk around the rectangular walls of what is supposed to be a learning environment. Turning the corner, I see you. Swoopy brown hair and dark almond eyes. I...
I am falling to pieces, and no one seems to care.
How could I ever love you?
you did so many things that bugged the crap out of me. You broke my heart into a billion pieces, and I had to put it back together. You flirted with other girls just to get some kind of reaction from me. You charmed me into things I knew weren’t right. You made me feel so special, even though the things you said were from a script of lies you told every girl you wanted to have a thing with.
...
So when we don't hang out, we're millions of miles...
Yeah, I wish for the second option. I wish you did too </3