You can’t really tell you love someone right?
I mean, I was never sure.
Most of the times it’s all in your head. Most of the times you just wish you had something.
I’ll be honest, I really don’t know this someone… I think I know. But really, I don’t. We don’t spend time together, even if I wanted to. I’m pretty sure I’m seen as a stalker. And yet it’s something beautiful to think about.
And don’t worry, it’s not like it’s a secret. Seriously, I have no secrets, I have so many friends who I trust. And, I don’t know, I see no excuse to have one.
I’m just sick of being the one to say something and, bam, smashed. And then drown myself with vodka and do stupid things, because what can you lose?
I’m being too lame I know… It has been a while though. But eventually you’re healed from that truck that hit you, and you’re ready to be run over again.
Here’s a pic:
