Love of another.
I'm so speachless.
It's intresting how I can feel like this.
It's bliss, it really is. The amount of people who said happy birthday was amazing.
How strong this feeling is, is amazing. How I feel when I see you. Do you know?
Do I have any chance what so ever? Probably not.
Everything is so confusing.
So much is going on, or has gone on.
Can't believe I won't hear your voice for the first time on this day.
It's so odd, all the changes.
It's so odd.
I have this fear.
This fear of being annoying, spiders, being disliked... etc....