fear

I actually like you.

you know... the way I shouldn't.

Its got out of proportion. I got sucked into this impossible reality, where you would actually care.

So much time has passed by. I feel just so mute. as in: ive got loads to say, but no sound comes out of my mouth.


I've been thinking about the lies you hold. the real reason for trying to be nice to me.
I guess I'm just waiting to be completely heartbroken.

It's happening so fast.