i sit here and think what you write, the statuses you post, what you think, might be about me.
but i know you've completely erased me from your life. i'm happy with this yet i'm not.
i don't know what to do half the time except pretend i'm okay.
sometimes i am.
sometimes i'm not.
i can't really differentiate it.
when i tell the truth things start getting messy. shouldn't it be the other way around.
i love you way too much for my own good...
this blog was about so many different people at once.
there are so many reasons that i don't know what i'm doing anymore...
oh well.
things will get better soon.
i'm hoping for them to anyways.
oh and did i mention it really bothers me when people say "loose" when they really mean "lose."
being loose is being flexible. to lose someone is to... not be flexible.
