umm... fuck.

[relativesuicide]

he told me he loves me. and i said it back. i think i mean it... its still too early to tell. last time i said it early on, it hurt too much when it was over. so now what the fuck do i do? he's there and i'm here. and i hate it. i want to see his face. i want to hug him. i want to play with his cute, spikey hair. i want to look into his eyes. goddamnit, what is it with me and blue eyes? i always thought i had a thing for brown eyes. no, apparently not. i just don't know. [i know i am getting over... him. but at the same time... it will never be fully gone. he will always hold a place in my heart.] but i really do like this guy. and it blows.
ok, time for me to stop ranting before somebody gets hurt.