well fuck, let's just forget it.
I am 99% sure that you are with another girl right now, so why are you talking to me.
I know that I deserve a boy for whom I am enough, so why do I keep stretching, reaching for your uncertain hands.
Even though my voice is horse from wednesday, when we screamed 'death of a bachelor' at the top of our lungs, I would give anything tonight to talk to you for hours.
Why, on a saturday night, when I am completely alone (just the way I like it) do I feel like I should be somewhere else. You are making me question my introverted tendencies (which I am usually quite proud of, thank you very much).
Why, am I writing this on wattpad when I could be writing in my moleskin. Is it because every boy I ever wrote about on paper left me, fleetingly as the thoughts flowed from my pencil? I'm pretty sure they say the internet is forever, if that means anything to you.
