i'm all sore from being poked to death and my stomach still hurts from that last anxiety attack.my head is spinning. there are way too many thoughts in there. and I'm starting to feel like the many pennies I threw in the wishing well were a waste. same with all the thoughs that were about you. I used to say I'd be here waiting for you, but dammit, I just don't know. because really people like us are just hopeless. Can't get anything right. I was attracted to a train wreck...kind of like how people slow down to see the car crash. In awe. I guess there's still hope, there always is in everything. I don't know what's wrong with me. I don't fall for many people at all. Liking someone for me is rare, but when I get attached, it's serious. There's reasons I fall so hard. And everytime i try to give another boy a chance I only end up comparing him to you.
the summers almost over. I want to end it on a positive note.
