A Story Forever Told but Never Old
Apparently, I have no friends that stay up past 11 O'clock. So, I get to squee here!
Adam thinks I'm pretty. He told me I should wear contacts more often because my (awesomely cool shaped and sweetly red colored) glasses cover too much of my face.
Oh my god, I'm turning into such a girl! (You know, to go against my raging inner feminist)
Is it too late to say we're seriously just friends and it has to stay that way?
Fuck. I'm so so screwed.
"Don't blink, don't close your eyes,
Most of all, don't apologize.
It's me who's got the demons to wrestle now.
There's a patch of blue in a stormy sky,
A memory of a brighter time,
When everything was new and less watered down.
Before the summer turned around."