I want to grow old with you.
I always wondered what it would be like to be a boy.
I hate change.
I’m in love with my best friend.
I can’t stand the way you have a hold of me.
I think that you and I were supposed to meet, it was fate.
I’ve cheated.
I wish I never met you.
I’m scared that I will lose touch with my friends once we all go our seperate ways after high school.
I really shouldn’t like you, but I do. You’re not even my type.
I blame myself for letting you go so easily.
I’m waiting for closure.
I wonder how people are in bed.
I’m proud that I’ve gone this far without you.
That was my weed.
Sorry I led you on.
I really think I’m crazy.
I cried myself to sleep last night.
I prefer being high/drunk over sober.
I’m scared to have sex.
I got waaay too attached to you.
I don’t like half of the contacts in my phone.
I’ve lied and told someone I missed them when I really don’t.
I’m jealous of her.
I’m afraid that I’ve fallen in love with you but it’s too late to tell you.
Sometimes I wonder who would miss me when I died.
I want to know what you look like naked.
I’ve been very depressed before.
I’ve cried listening to a song that I felt was written for me.
I lost the right to miss you when I pushed you away.
I feel ugly, a lot of the time.
I always think about what to say to you when you sign online, but when you do I get to scared to actually say anything at all.
I’m scared that I never meant as much to you as you do to me.

I love you, for you.

I want to grow old with you.
I always wondered what it would be like to be a boy.
I hate change.
I’m in love with my best friend.
I can’t stand the way you have a hold of me.
I think that you and I were supposed to meet, it was fate.
I’ve cheated.
I wish I never met you.
I’m scared that I will lose touch with my friends once we all go our seperate ways after high school.
I really shouldn’t like you, but I do. You’re not even my type.
I blame myself for letting you go so easily.
I’m waiting for closure.
I wonder how people are in bed.
I’m proud that I’ve gone this far without you.
That was my weed.
Sorry I led you on.
I really think I’m crazy.
I cried myself to sleep last night.
I prefer being high/drunk over sober.
I’m scared to have sex.
I got waaay too attached to you.
I don’t like half of the contacts in my phone.
I’ve lied and told someone I missed them when I really don’t.
I’m jealous of her.
I’m afraid that I’ve fallen in love with you but it’s too late to tell you.
Sometimes I wonder who would miss me when I died.
I want to know what you look like naked.
I’ve been very depressed before.
I’ve cried listening to a song that I felt was written for me.
I lost the right to miss you when I pushed you away.
I feel ugly, a lot of the time.
I always think about what to say to you when you sign online, but when you do I get to scared to actually say anything at all.
I’m scared that I never meant as much to you as you do to me.

I love you, for you.