Literature
i told you so
fan-fucking-tastic.
i think i want to die.
i'm beyond nervous, and i'm not sure quite why.
yes, i knew i liked you, a long long time ago
but why i still wont admit? wouldn't i like to know
i think i want to die
i can't believe how much this is killing me.
every urge i fight is like a wave
every want, every wish, is filled with pain
every time i hold it back... i shouldn't, i know that
but still, i will.
why, i don't know.
i just wish i could tell you,
but i'd think you..
fan-fucking-tastic
i think i want to die.
another friend knows, and o.m. god,
why?
more riducule, (and personal shame)
why am i so open? why, again?
"real