when? i asked myself - when am i going to be the person i say i am, when i am going to stop pretending like i dont care about you, when i am going to finally *want* to ignore you and stop playing this sick game of yours.
there is no better feeling in the world than this.
sorry i pretended you dont exist today. i know what i feel, but im not sure about you. or am i? maybe... i mean, maybe... i dont want to accept it, or maybe you re right, maybe i mean something for you.
something i dont want to believe, or something i cant.
maybe i dont want to get my hopes high, because, that would get me hurt... and i assume, like all living creatures, i dont want to get hurt. so what if, its not going to be anything between us? i ll be fine, like i allways am. keeping my hopes low will bring me olny the minimum of sadnees
its all a lie, i love the way we ignore eachother, i love the way you make me jealous, i love the way our shoulders touch, and i love how our hands *almoust* touch, and i love how platonic we try to act.
but what i love the most, is the wierd thing you do when you sleep, when you grab my hand and play with my fingers,
and that strage thing you do with your eyerows when you smile,
and your way of bragging about how manny things you ve stolen from shops, or how manny beers you ve drink, or how manny cigs you ve smoked in a day
maybe i dont want to care, maybe i shouldnt care, but i think i do
and one more thing- i love your hair