babble

Prom was good. I'm the talk of the school. I'm still deciding if thats a good thing or not.
I got my bangs cut. yayz.
I love you.
Everytime I think of you, I think of what we could have had.
I cant imagine myself happy with anyone. I can only imagine myself alone. I seem happy. But I often delude myself.
I want to touch skin.
I want to feel you.
I wish you werent so far away, so separated impossibly.
Damn time.
Age is just a number.
But you are the one person I dont think I could ever have in my arms.

Oh, do I love you.
You. You unknown, sick, invisible bastard.
I'm waiting for you.
Why wont you show up??