|Current mood:|| crushed|
I'm back again due to the urge to write. If only I knew what of.
I don't like myself much. Heh, that makes me one in a sea of millions. I'm not very nice, but then again neither are most high school girls. And I like to think I'm better than most. He deserves much more, much better. Someone who can give him what he wants. Someone who's not fucked in the head. Yet....he chooses me, holds me close. And I love him for it. Every smile, every laugh, every single raised-eyebrow. Every kiss, every sip of a shared drink, every time he lays his head on me and holds me close. As common stated as it is, I'd be lost without him. I'd wander around in a daze, no real method to what I do. I love you. And I'm sorry.
You know who you are.