My life lessons come mostly from manga. :| 

I hate making text posts because I know people aren’t looking for these. And I kinda wish they were.

For instance, right now I want Steve to be reading this, even though it would hurt me and him to know he was. It’s terrible because I want to tell him I still want to do things like look at the playlist he made me and see if he added new songs, or share REALLY TERRIBLE JOKES, or skip rocks again with him, or just tell him how my day was and how I went out and bought these awesome Joker converse shoes that he would approve of and I want to show off in front of him. It’s terrible because I have plenty of friends that would appreciate this information, but I just feel like he would appreciate it more? In a different way? In a special way? 

I feel like I would go to almost creeper levels of looking up information on someone I like. If it was considered okay, I would be that person googling the name, I’d go on random social networking websites and put in their info seeing if they had a myspace or whatever. 

And the terrible part is I remember all of these passwords, and I have the potential to troll hardcore. But that’s mean, and I can’t and shouldn’t. 

Because I have to stop thinking about him. 

And that’s all there is to it. 

;___; I’m never going to see his tumblr again. Sigh.

Heart wrecker so divine,
won’t you ever leave my mind,
give me some sort of peace
so I might breathe?

Because it’s taking all my time,
every handhold, any sign,
Won’t you cancel your lease
and leave my heart?

I hold you ever so dear,
but the damage that I fear
may conquer me and leave me
only pitch.

It’s getting harder to hear
all your sorries for my tears,
since it’s my fault that I see 
that you stay.

Leaving you feels like a sin,
for stories yet to begin,
but those pages are ones you deem
never read.

In the end, to my chagrin,
the only story left to spin,
is for me to wake from this dream
alone.