Welcome to Journal of stupid-damn-fucking emotions, where I have no fucking clue of what I’m doing and i spend most days curlin’ up and crying.
I really hope you’ve found my blog, Fiona. I really hope you know I’m in pain.
Just today, other days haven’t been so bad.
But ASKING ME HOW TO TALK TO YOUR CRUSHES PUSHED ME OVER THE EDGE.
I don’t even want to talk to you right now.
I mean, you know how I feel about you, yeah I showed interest in someone else, but HMMMM maybe that wAS A DAMN COPING MECHANISM?
Or idk maybe in the last few weeks I really did get fully over you and am ready to give you love advice.
But without risking being put on my list, I wouldn’t bet on it.
and you know what? Fuck you. I’m listening to Owl City. sue me.
I’m not weakly sitting on the sidelines much longer.