School...
afjakdjfkl;a I didn't get the latin class because it wouldn't fit into my schedule. Susan's in my homeroom but none of my classes. =[ Chelsie and Brenda are in four of my classes, and Sarai is in three.
Sometimes I wish I could just tell him I like him. Sometimes I wish he just knew. Sometimes I wish he liked me as much as I like him. Sometimes I wish I saw hime more. Sometimes I wish he didn't think I liked someone else. Sometimes I wish I didn't like him. But most of all, sometimes I wish I didn't have to wish and that things would just fall into place on their own.
One night. That's all it takes. Just imagine what could be done in one night; 12 hours; 720 minutes; 43200 seconds. Oh, it's amazing; it's so beautiful. And to think, one night is all it takes. (For those of you that think you know what I'm talking about yet again, you don't. It's nothing bad. Nope, not bad at all. Try and figure out if you want to, but good luck with that.)
I doubt he remembers me; I really do. I find it strange that something can mean so much to someone but nothing at all to someone else. Does he remember anything we talked about? I'm not sure, but I know I could give it back to you almost word for word-no flaws. He helped me understand so much, and he doesn't even know it. So, if he's reading this, he'll know who he is. That is, if he has any recollection of any of it.
Sometimes I wish I could just tell him I like him. Sometimes I wish he just knew. Sometimes I wish he liked me as much as I like him. Sometimes I wish I saw hime more. Sometimes I wish he didn't think I liked someone else. Sometimes I wish I didn't like him. But most of all, sometimes I wish I didn't have to wish and that things would just fall into place on their own.
One night. That's all it takes. Just imagine what could be done in one night; 12 hours; 720 minutes; 43200 seconds. Oh, it's amazing; it's so beautiful. And to think, one night is all it takes. (For those of you that think you know what I'm talking about yet again, you don't. It's nothing bad. Nope, not bad at all. Try and figure out if you want to, but good luck with that.)
I doubt he remembers me; I really do. I find it strange that something can mean so much to someone but nothing at all to someone else. Does he remember anything we talked about? I'm not sure, but I know I could give it back to you almost word for word-no flaws. He helped me understand so much, and he doesn't even know it. So, if he's reading this, he'll know who he is. That is, if he has any recollection of any of it.