I knew

having an english muffin and juice for breakfast was a bad idea.

Summer

is boringboringboringboring. Well, mine are at least.


Its been 3 days, and it's driving me nuts.

Three weeks

without you is like three weeks without air.

Just saying. <3

I want this

to last forever.

& summer isn't it.

OH

MY GOD.

This is the saddest most happiest day ever.

EVER.

Too

soon. 

Something

tells me everythings gonna be okay, 

and anything that happens will be for the best.

Even if it doesn't seem like it at the time. 

Time

I’ll finally be left not-so-speechless

If everything in the world stops for you.

Acceptance

Acceptance is a hard thing. I usually look at acceptance as a way of giving in, giving up. But this time, it's different. This kind of acceptance is sarcrifice, and wanting the best thing for the other person, & hope for the future. If he's happy, so am I. I know I'll love him no matter what happens. And this is also my acceptance that our paths have crossed, and now turn away from each other.

But, hope for the future says otherwise. Maybe, just maybe, our paths will cross like they did these last few days somewhere along the way<3

I wish

I could've walked in the rain yesturday so no one could ask me what I was crying about. 

I know I'm being SO dramatic. But if you liked this kid as much as I did, and if you were in this situation too, then maybe you would be too. <- that was kind of dramatic too. :p

My dad

just found my ipod. He said, "Sometimes, you haven't looked hard enough if you can't see what's right in front of your nose."

WHY ?! :/ 

I can't stop thinking about this. 

I don't think

I've ever cried while writing a letter to someone. 

It might be, because I poured my heart into it,

and left a little part of me in it. 

Nothing

is going to happen.

What a WOW day.

Why do I over think SO many things? I need to relax, yea. But me being me, if theres anything you should know:

1. You'll know when I really, REALLY like someone, vs. someone I'll be over in a week. 

2. I overthink EVERYTHING.

3. I freak and out can't stop talking about whatever is on my mind (if it's bugging me THAT much)

Yeah. 

Think.

Change the way you think about things.

Love always hurts. 

I don't even know

what's going on anymore. Yes? No? I don't know? I'm so f!cking confused. I just want a straight answer. 

I knew this was too good

to be true. 

I trust you

like I would trust a surgical doctor performing open heart surgery. 

<3