An air vent that acts like a vaccum cleaner, darling you better pattent that idea.
When I screw up,I do it royally.
I'm so sick of consiquence and the look on your face.
I don't mean to,it's never caliculated or premeditated.I want to be the best but,no one is perfect. I wish I was good at showing what I felt, I tend to keep things inside.
It's like you wrote a letter for the president and everything then, when it was time to present it you just stood there, keeping it all inside. (Isn't that what that boy said to me on the phone? Something like that.)
I hate feeling like I hurt you, I wish I was everything that'd make you smiles and not second guess. I wish that on stars and pennies. I don't deserve you at all. You deserve someone better, I'm so much less. I just hold everything in, do you know how frustrating that is? I want to say so much, I want to hug and kiss and love you but, it stays inside. It makes me so angry at myself. I try though, I do. Maybe I am making progress.I don't know. I love you though, a lot. I always bring you up in conversation, I love talking about you, and to you for that matter. I always think about you to.You're the last thing on my mind right before I fall asleep and the first thing when I wake up. I want to show you that one day. I want you to know and feel that and understand. I'm sorry about right now though, I'm still learning how to tie my shoes.