As soon as we met I had two things running through my head: is this going to go anywhere? And of course something told me you were just too good to be true. Now that we’ve talked my head is in a pile of mush from thinking over all that you’ve said. I still get excited to see your name light up but my hand lingers of it unsure if I should talk to you or not. I sit in class my mind fogged over because of our last conversation. I wish you could know how lost you make me feel and pull me out of it. But I don’t think you ever will. So now I’m sitting here lost in my own mind unable to get out of the fog, it’s got me caught up in it.
Are you out there trying to find me?
YOU ARE READING
Letters to Myself (JOURNAL)
Teen FictionMy place to escape from the world, some may call it a diary others may call it a journal but I simply call it my broken self.
