on · the · wall

i'm so fucking stuck...

everything seemed so simple down the shore... you just kinda live. now i'm back here and see all the components of living and i don't want to do it.

dear you,
i really shouldn't like you... but there's something about guys who play instruments that's just so sexy. and you looked so much older today... probably cause you weren't wearing your favorite blue pants with the frogs on them lol... nice black jeans and tshirt... a more mature you, yet still the same

and dear YOU!,
you HAVE to stop doing this to me. i see the way you still look at her. i see it. and i feel so bad because you said you were done and you said it was over but i know you still love her. they were all bein jackasses to her tonight and you didn't stick up for her eitheir. you used to love her... still do, but your best friend hates her. i see the way he looks at her. and i'm SICK and TIRED of you looking at her like that, and him looking at her like that and me still looking at you like that because you look at me sometimes i think you're sertious but i know ur probably just kidding, like you do ALL the time. but i can't help it. ahh!!

dear life,
let's start kicking it up a notch, huh?

<3 always,
fly