| After you said that...My world collapsed.
I lost my soul mate.
And now, I just want to get high and never see you again.
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| I realized I fucked up all chances of 'us.'
But that is totally fine.
I mean, honestly, Almost six years later and I still have feelings for you?
What the hell is wrong with me?
Can't I just get over it?
I have too.
I must. It just isn't okay.
Yet, then again, nothing ever changes here.
I'm sorry.
And I feel like you don't deserve that apology.
But I tend to apologize a lot. Sorry.
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| I feel bad.
I shouldn't flirt with you.
And I should not use contractions either.
There is just something that keeps making me come back. . .Like an ellipsis. It's not an ending, just a sort of almost end.
I need you.
I ache for this.
But it will not happen.
Fuck.
It won't happen.
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| I'm a blurry line in your day.
And I'm sort of okay with that.
I walk through the halls. Not making eye contact.
I physically can't.
What if you found out my secrets?
I can't have that now, can I?
It's like not having a pronoun-antecedent agreement.
It just doesn't work out.
But, they grind that into our heads to late. . .
So maybe we do have a chance?
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| So, I got accepted into a college today.
I was surprised.
I never thought I'd actually get accepted into a college.
I'm just too critical about everything I do.
At least one school wants me?
Even if no one else wants me.
Including myself.
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