After a short while, I've grown up in so many ways.
I have to make my own decisions.
I can't wait for my mom to choose things for me any longer.
And yet... I'm dealing with something I'd rather NOT deal with at the moment.
Love is a losing game, and I've never been good at it.
Broken hearts, good friends lost, yada-yada.
It's like... every time I play, I end up losing horribly to a player who didn't even want to play.
I'm not sure if it's sad or pathetic.
It might just be a mixture of both.
I try to be a good boyfriend.
I want to be loved, not for what you think I am nor what you want me to be.
Could you love me for me?
I just don't understand the concept of going into a relationship not knowing if you like the person or not.
You can't test drive someone's heart... it's not alright...
I got test driven. That basically sums up my last relationship.
Still, here I am, falling head over heels over someone who does NOT give a ********.
Sure, I get listened to.
Yes, we're amazing friends.
I understand. I'm a fool for hoping things would be different any time soon.
What you don't understand is..
I'm leaving soon... and odds are, I'm not looking back...
Amy Winehouse said it best-
"He can only hold her for so long..
The lights are on, but no one's home.
She's so vacant, her soul is taken-
He thinks, "What's she running from?"
Now, how can he have her heart, when it's gotten stolen?
So he tries to pacify her..
But what's inside her never dies...
The lights are on, but no one's home.
She's so vacant, her soul is taken-
He thinks, "What's she running from?"
Now, how can he have her heart, when it's gotten stolen?
So he tries to pacify her..
But what's inside her never dies...
So it starts, the journal of the wayward fool.
