i don’t know why.
but i always stop something that could go good .
yet i always continue something that i know that it won’t last.
at the end, i just want a happy ending.
sometimes i feel like i’m not going to make it, then a little hope sparks.
*takes a hit*
HOW THE HELL AM I GOING TO DO ALL THESE THINGS!? I AM SO FAR BEHIND ON EVERYTHING I SHOULD KNOW! HOW AM I GOING TO LEARNS THINGS, I WAS SUPPOSED TO KNOW BY THE AGE OF TWELVE!? I AM SO STRESSED. HOW AM I SUPPOSE TO PASS COLLEGE? SUCH LITTLE PROBLEMS, BUT LOOK HUGE TO ME?! I FEEL LIKE FUCKING FAILURE!!!
my hands feel so weird as i type this… i feels like my body from my butt to my head are going up and my arms and legs are dropping down.. whoa. lol anyways…. drug dealing is not hard.
LOVE IS A GREAT FEELING;)
the happiness when you see them,
the hurt of missing them,
the great long passionate kisses,
the warm light touches of their finger going up and own your arm.
staring at each other eyes,
thinking wow, i really like you…
maybe i love you.
may be i hope you, you love me first, so i can love you too.
maybe you will call back,
& maybe we can go out on date a nice summer night,
sitting by the lake, holding hands, leaning my head on your arm
oooo what if we move in together!? that way we won’t have to be away from each other?!
You are probably out there where ever you are stationed and i am here and you are still there, doing whatever army people do, “protecting us” … maybe…. you are there & talking to “other girls” including me.
You might not be stationed. You might be with your new girlfriend, well not exactly “new” probably “1 year new” to me they are all new. because i was your first, your number one, your true love, your old love, your bestfriend, YOURS. but now your HERS, though you will always be mine, you know it. I know it. She knows it. It was my mistake i admit. but maybe we will be at each others wedding, because its our wedding or yours and her, mines and his, dragging each other in our own torture watching each other happy with our second, not our first love but our second love. maybe 3rd or 4th. we don’t know we might not want know.
You are so lost, you are full with ignorance. thats probably why it isn’t working our with her either. its nothing new. same old. think about. how dare you disrespect me in front of others, talk down on me and calling me names like i am suppose to take you back each time. You won’t mistreat me again. i feel bad for her….
wow…sooo just some stuff i had take off my head i guess….if you read all this thats effing awesome! you are offing awesome !