i’m not sure if i wanna forget about you.
i like thinking about you, but i hate how you’re so far away.
and thinking about you is sorta a wast of time.
and i can’t explain how i feel right now. its just really weird…
Yet so little time
I wish I could do more
And not waste my time.
I try, but it doesn’t work.
I guess I have to try harder
you are a shitty book.
i really hate you.
everytime i started reading you, i fell asleep.
i wrote a shitty essay a few months ago about you.
now i have to fix it.
it’s terrible and i’m in excruciating pain.
someone please save me.
i miss you. and i don’t even know why.
i guess it feels weird not seeing your face every day
and not seeing you on thursdays :(
Sometimes I’m afraid of what people think. I used to be more afraid but now i don’t have that feeling as much.
But its still there.
i’m pissing my pants. (not really)
don’t have lit with jill :(
but have classes with weasel and reena :)