All I can think about...
As she lies on her bed
she listens to the faint music in the background.
Her mind starts to wonder, and she starts to think.
She lies there looking at the ceiling with wondering eyes.
She thinks about everything going on in here life.
Everything from her friends, to her schoolwork, to relationships, and everything in between.
All of a sudden she stops.
She gets up and sits in front of her computer,
word is open but the page is blank.
Finally after what seems to be forever she begins to type.
She types and types.
But she only types about what has gone on, the regular.
She wants to write something else, something with more meaning.
For some reason she can't, she never could.
Then that instant she freezes and realizes,
she writes well in third person...
-cAa
-o2.o3.o5
This is strange. He is all I can think about. [I am not giving any names. It's not for you to know]. I don't know what is it. I am just calm and thinking. My tummy is in knots, it shouldn't be. Not at all. Butterflys. Why am I talking to him again. I know what it's going to result in. Him telling me he is with his girlfriend and everything is good. And in time we could work out. That's not what I want to hear. He said she has to talk to him about something, then he said everything has been good. So I think...this sucks. I wish she would break up with him anyway. I know I am horable but yeah. He and this other guy were the only two I could have been serious with but one ended because...well I don't want to say and the other just ened because he said we were different and we wouldn't work out in the end.
I got over one but I guess I didn't get over the other.
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she listens to the faint music in the background.
Her mind starts to wonder, and she starts to think.
She lies there looking at the ceiling with wondering eyes.
She thinks about everything going on in here life.
Everything from her friends, to her schoolwork, to relationships, and everything in between.
All of a sudden she stops.
She gets up and sits in front of her computer,
word is open but the page is blank.
Finally after what seems to be forever she begins to type.
She types and types.
But she only types about what has gone on, the regular.
She wants to write something else, something with more meaning.
For some reason she can't, she never could.
Then that instant she freezes and realizes,
she writes well in third person...
-cAa
-o2.o3.o5
This is strange. He is all I can think about. [I am not giving any names. It's not for you to know]. I don't know what is it. I am just calm and thinking. My tummy is in knots, it shouldn't be. Not at all. Butterflys. Why am I talking to him again. I know what it's going to result in. Him telling me he is with his girlfriend and everything is good. And in time we could work out. That's not what I want to hear. He said she has to talk to him about something, then he said everything has been good. So I think...this sucks. I wish she would break up with him anyway. I know I am horable but yeah. He and this other guy were the only two I could have been serious with but one ended because...well I don't want to say and the other just ened because he said we were different and we wouldn't work out in the end.
I got over one but I guess I didn't get over the other.
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