i'm not supposed to like you,
but i do.
i'm not supposed to think about you,
but i do.
i'm not supposed to go crazy over you,
but i do.
i don't know what to think, but i'm going crazy. this isn't supposed to happen, but it's happening right now. why are you making me go crazy, why are you torturing me like this? don't you know how i feel?
i hope history doesn't repeat itself, though i have a feeling that this time; it's different. why are hormones always so complicated? i don't know what to do with myself, and watching heartbreaking stories of other people hurt much more at this time. life is difficult; but i'm sure it'll wear away. what i have to think about now is -- do you feel the same way?
i'm cutting this post short 'cause i just realized how stupid it sounds. but i guess a way to relieve myself is better than none.