He is mine. Forever. Regardless of how old he is, or when his birthday is. No more selfless bullshit now— I want him, and I’m going to keep him with myself alright.
Call me deranged or whatever, I still won’t stop talking about him. He’s the one, I think. Or maybe it is another one of my delusions that I’m so renowned for. But you know what? I don’t care. I’m in love, and even though I’m pretty sure this isn’t going to last for more than a week, I’m going to hold on to this beautiful feeling as hard and for as long as I can.
I won’t say he’s perfect or anything, because two days ago I was shouting at him for not telling me quite important stuff I had the right to know. One can only imagine how hypocritical this gets— the last thing I wanted to experience was love, and now look what I’m doing. 😉
And I’m sorry, but you don’t get a name. Personal reasons, I hope you won’t mind.
Things in school are still not that great, but I hope it’ll get better. Or not.
In love or not, I have realized one thing for sure. Which is there are somethings that you cannot control. When they happen, they shatter everything you’ve held in or been building up; and that’s when you realize how much more there is to life.
God can you believe this? I cannot. Damn it.
I’ve seen so many hypocrites in my life, but I, for one, am the best one out of them. And my hypocrisy doesn’t infuriates, it intrigues 😉 There’s something called ‘class’ that is perpetually absent in some. You just can’t help it.
Got to go. See you soon!