I can't sleep. Stow away.
So I was thinking. Thinking about how when I have a crush on someone that I am never nervous, you hear the songs about being nervous and all. I just always feel just fine, I guess if I like 'em enough than I feel juss alright about it all, and no need for nervous. But, once, I got nervous, juss once, it did happen. I saw her in the room and I popped my head 'round the corner and then ran off, and did personal composure type shit, or whatever, then went back and went in the room, I guess she didn't see me that first time. I didn't take her luggage though, sometimes, I think about that, about taking some of the luggage or being a sweet almost boyfriend and taking it all, I would go back in time just to carry the luggage, no one knows how ashamed I feel about that. I think the luggage is when it all went wrong. Went wrong right away. I should of carried the damn luggage.