I need you,i need to talk to you.It's been a few hours and god dammit do i miss you.I need to feel your fingers lightly brush my skin. I can't remember how it feels, i can hardly remember your voice.And i don't know what to do with myself,i dont know.im scared and tired and i wished your arms would hold me close and lightly brush my hair. I'm fascinated by your hands and mine tremble when i touch you.
I like you a lot,but sometimes it hits me that you probably wouldn't understand me,wouldn't know how to handle me at my worst. I wish you knew and i wish i could tell you.
Please don't be in love with anybody else.
My hand shakes when i'm near you and i feel my fingertips burning when i touch your skin. I felt you relax under my touch,still i was wondering what it all meant to you.Was it all comfort,would've you let anyone else do it? And i'm fascinated by your hands.And i see you reach out for me but you stop yourself in the last minute.Why?Why do you stop? Please don't,please comfort me,please leave your prints on me,please let me have spots to go back to when i'm all alone. I wish i leave some kind o...
I don't know exactly why i did it or if I over done it.I can't figure out exactly what you're feeling.It's confusing and i'm tired of being confused. I don't know how to describe how i feel when i'm near you but i'm not sure i've never felt this way. I'm not fixed nor will i ever be, but i'd like to think you are not going to be one huge mistake,you're not going to destroy me all over again.Even if nothing happens between us i'd like to not regret it. And i've fallen for you personality rathe...
I'm pretty sure i have some kind of an attention deficit.I ca't fucking do anything. Or maybe it's some side effect of depression combined with anxiety. And it's getting worse,so much worse.I don't know if i can be strong anymore.The thing about being strong is there's no one to offer you a hand when you're in need. I'm so broken and i ca't be fixed.I need to be fixed but i don't want it. I;m so fucked up...so fucked up. And i can feel my heart breaking little by little every day,I feel how i...
I feel like i missed a day of school, like i missed something big,but i just miss you.I don't know how i got to this point but right now i want to know every little thing about you,feel every little touch,feel the heat you radiate.
Have you ever felt like something's missing and you don't know what,but you know for sure that somehow you are not complete? If we should take this as a joke,I'd say my heart's missing since i'm usually rude and a bit heartless.Am i going to find out what's missing? Anyways, i'm going to the theatre with my class mates and i've got this kind of a plan,i don't know,maybe it's dumb or maybe it's brilliant.I want to sit next to the guy i like,i can probably call him a friend already and since ...
When you taste the big city,the rush the people and you get back i wont be long until you're dying to go back.To feel alive in a town that's just as alive as you,just as young and dying to live. I'm dying to go back,to escape this city and all these people that make me crumble inside.I want to be able to go out and see all the people without knowing all of them.I want big tages,concerts big theatre productions big stores and big everything.I'll probably get bored after a while but god dammit ...
Do i wanna know,if this feeling floats both ways? I think it does.I think you're god damn cute and interesting.
I've got a friend, everyone says i'd be better without him. I know i'd be better without him.But i can't seem to throw him away, to get rid of him. He helped me through pain anger and boredom.I should get rod of him,i really should,but my sands seem to shake without him.I tried and i failed,however i'll try again and again and again till i get rid of him for good. Till i won't need to touch him to feel something, to know that i'm still here i'm still alive and the pain won't last.
I felt sparks when i touched you today. Sparks and heat and something i haven't felt in a long time. I wonder what's going to happen.I'm not sure i like you,but that's probably just my anxiety talking
there are so many yous.There's a you in my class,there's a you in my past and there's another you in my class.I wonder everyday which one is going to end as the real you. "The real deal".Maybe i already know,but i'd like to keep lying myself for a little more,i could use these distractions. the real you,the one i'd like to use for sex and the one i'd like to know better,the one i could identify myself with.Which one are you going to be?Which one is going to be able to save me?
Help me find a way to breath
I've got all this unanswered questions,they're not impossible,just unanswered. And I'd like to know it,please let me know it. I used to shake really badly when i saw you around town,then i had a panick attack.I had no clue to why that happened or why coused it,i just know i saw you i started shaking and then it all went to hell.Then i saw you and i did not shake,i didn't do anything besides stare at you and feel the pain in my chest,my heart breaking in one thousand pieces again and again.But...
Oh how i wish i was there. How i wish i could just listen to your voice while the rain is pouring outside our class.i don't know what i'm feeling but i wish i was there. I truly wish i was there, to giggle about the storm,about the thunder. I didn't even know you last year,you decided to move seats this year and now i want to know.I don't know you either this year,but i'm slowly getting there, maybe not by things you say but by the things you do,the little things,the way you act when you like...