I took the scenic route like a jerk
This month is packed,
how are you?
this idea of you isn’t getting any easier.
The more I sit and don’t think about you the more I think about you.
It it even you I’m thinking about?
Or am I just thinking too much at this point.
I can’t help myself anymore, I stop everyday and barely carry out a thought.
I don’t want to turn around because it doesn’t matter, I don’t need to know any one here, and I don’t care if he likes me or not.
Why can’t I focus?
All black cow girl just walked in and started dancing.
How can you not smile?
How can you stay sad all the time?
I swear I used to be okay.
That music will not make things better for me.
Pour over what?
Is this really happening?
You know what, why not?
"My mission, should I choose to accept it, is to find peace with exactly who and what I am. To take pride in my thoughts, my appearance, my talents, my flaws and to stop this incessant worrying that I can’t be loved as I am."