Lovesick fools never get anywhere in life.
And I am definitely one of them right now.
I'm a complete and utter failure. Mess.
Oh, yes.

Don't you find it sad?
That I spent two hours today staring at our conversation window but was too scared to type two god damned keys?
'h' and 'i'.
Yeah.
Real brave of me, eh?

And this wasn't the first time.
And I highly doubt it's the last time either.
Ah, teenage angst.
I should start channelling it back into poetry, I definitely don't write enough these days.
All my bottled angst has nowhere to go!

I should sleep, it's 11:45 right now...
But I'm too tired to sleep.
Does that make sense?

Probably not...