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its always like this.
i'm definitely pmsing.
reminiscing,
wondering what he's thinking,
phrasing converstions
i'd have with him
if he were to let me...
yep, this is definitely that time of the month.
i can't wait to fall in love again.
i can't wait to meet the guy of my dreams,
smart,
funny,
witty,
educated...
and fall in love.
like joey and the professor.
joey and dawson.
perfect example.
he's my dawson.
i always want him around,
and i'll always be oblivious
to what he really thinks of me.
we'll always be friends, i hope,
or in some way be involved with each others' lives.
but one day,
i just know it,
one day i'll meet the professor.
the guy who blows my mind,
and steals my heart,
and then ends it bitter-sweetly
out of love.
and then there's still dawson.
who knows.
i'm pmsing.
i'm making stories out of a t.v. show.
but you never know.