|Current mood:|| lonely|
*grumble* a letter to you....
im sitting here waiting for you to come on to talk to me...although you said you'd be here ...oh a little over an hour ago....so why arnt i in bed instead of sitting here pathetically waiting for you to come on?
i dont even really know you and thats what makes it odd...what makes it even odder is how i dont give out my feelings...and im giving them to you somewhat....which is scary cause that means you can do what you wish with them....im hoping you dont crush me...youre already breaking me but i think its in a good way. i hope. the things that you say to me make me smile, and the sound of your voice gives me butterflies...ive never experianced this before. i shut people out and i tend to try not to care. what are you doing to me...
there are many things that i would like to say to you but i dont know how...maybe youre gonna be the one that saves me...*