I don’t know, I can’t complain I guess love is good, right? But it is also a big word. I guess I could say Im in like. It’s exactly how they say, how it just creeps up on you without even realizing it.
I hate it.
I just wish it was easy, to say good bye and stick to what I had told myself I wasn’t gonna miss any of this. That I was gonna leave here and not look back, and then you came along.
I will say that you by far are the most confident to approach me, without even being cocky. It’s perfect.
You make it so there’s no way I could be awkward, I don’t feel like i need to talk to you all hours of the day to know what’s going on. It’s simple and the kind of new I need.
However, you are also a lot younger then I would go for but already the most, real person I know. It’s exciting, I can’t wait for this weekend and it’s nice to have a change in pace.
But not really, I am actually happy alone. I mean not in a bitter way, but I can get dressed up and go to school and feel pretty, beautiful and confident without needing a guy there to tell me I am. I think this can be what true happiness is. With school winding down I am getting more and more irritated with everyone’s last hurrah of drama, but something tells me I will miss this when I’m gone.
So I guess I’ll just try to embrace it. Summer’s coming and I feel free, happy, like I don’t need a person to make me smile..
I can just do it because I can.
I love this organic and uncomplicated feeling.
Day fourteen: a heart. My valentine, the most caring guy I know. Thank you for giving me a reason to smile today.
Well, I am done with applying for colleges and it feels great.
I am happy. Things do annoy me, people but I refuse to let you pick a fight over nothing. I don’t understand why it always has to be one extreme or the other. I’m happy and if you aren’t happy for me, like I hope you would’ve been, then I’m not too sure why you’re pretending. It’s so easy to blame others, I’ve done my groveling and clearly that’s not good enough. I have said my peace and I refuse to bring this, or you up anymore until you make the effort for once.
I’m over it.
