And I admit that I love you, 
but what does that mean, really?



But, I guess I love you.



Yeah, I guess I do.

 What a gaywad.

I love you I love you I love you.

This life is full of surprises and unexpected turns.

Never say never.

"I feel really really alone."

"God is always with you."



I don't even know what that means.
I'm even more alone than before.


And you.
I hate you for doing this to me.

With a rejoicing mouth I sing for you and pause.
And I know you don't know what I'm capable of.
But in time you'll taste all the salt in my lungs.

DAMN IT!

I WANNA KNOW YOU!

Fuck.

This is really starting to get to me.

I shouldn't have to do these things for you if you're gonna talk shit about me behind my back.

You really just don't like me at all anymore.

And I shouldn't have to pretend I don't notice.

And I didn't DO anything WRONG.

 This weekend's gonna be a real gas.


And it's funny how, weeks from now, when I read this, I'll hardly remember which weekend I was talking about.


I've been taking things too seriously.

I never used to be like this.

Lighten up.


You've got much time. And if it turns out you don't have much time, well then at least you've had a good time.

This feeling is so strong.

I'm gonna explode. I know it.

Just a taste.