Seriously for the passed three nights, you’ve been in my dreams, and the dreams are vivid. Normally that means were dreaming about eachother. Maybe it’s because it’s memorial day weekend. I have no fucking clue, but it doesn’t help me at all. Fuck me for missing you.
You can only deal with so much, to feel crazy. I mean I’ve been hurt to the point where I push people away. And I don’t want to do that to you. I know you’ve been hurt, but so have I. And I’m trying, you are too, but I don’t want to sit here in question marks. Or waste my time, and save my self from getting hurt. Please be different then the others. When I think of you, all good thoughts of my future pop up in my head& that never happens. That’s how I know your different then the others. I don’t want to miss out on my chance. And I hope you don’t miss out on yours. You have given me butterflies, and I haven’t felt those in a real long time.
Some nights I begin to wonder, why the fuck was I brought upon the human race, and not an animal. Like every guy I encounter with just never seems to be for me.
