How?
I ask myself, putting my hands to my head.
How can someone be so...
I stop myself. Not because I'm at a loss of words, but because I can't help but think about the first word that comes to my head everytime I think of her.
The word that I've grown to hate for some reason. The word I won't allow myself to even think about.
How can someone be so...?
I mutter a curse to myself, as the word storms through my mind.
Cute.
She's so cute. And I tell myself that everytime I think about her.
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stupid thoughts
RandomCONTENT WARNING for topics like mental health, suicidal thoughts, rape, sexuality, and whatever else i feel like. don't read this. i started this in 7th grade when i was crushing on a friend. now i just vent here.
