follow me there a beautiful somewhere
I always complain about people contradicting themselves. I guess I shouldnt, because I'm so inconsistent up until the point that I'm certain about things. maybe I just think too much. anyways I hate that. Do I feel this way, or do I just like the idea of feeling this way? I think I've missed out on so many good things simply because I get the slightest idea that it may not be real.
We'll both make our wishes. You'll wish for Love, happiness maybe. I'll wish for yours to come true.
There's a difference in
a) caring about somebody because of who they are, the person actually making you happy
and
b) claiming to care about someone just to get that sense of security to fall back on.
I want a second chance at first love.
Sometimes after hating someone for so long, and having every reason to, you still forget how to be mad anymore. Why is this?