Okay so like.

This is staying. You're right down the street. You're my go-to girl, as bad as that sounds. Always have been. Just stay beautiful. For me, please. 


This is not something I planned for. It was supposed to be a summer thing, a fall thing. Not a second semester dependency thing. I have a friend who hates you. I don't though. I just... It's hard for me to be around you when I can't hold your hand. I keep two feet between us on purpose because I wouldn't be able to not close the gap, were it any smaller. If you kissed me, right this second, I wouldn't stop you. I would get hurt very badly and I would let it happen.

This is funny to me. That this is happening. You guessed right away. I let my thoughts dance on my face and then the blush burns everything into focus for you. So yes, you're attractive. Yes, I have a crush on you. No, it's not a big deal. It's just funny. Go J.

I've been thinking about... prom? Oh my.
 

Please

Don't ask me what's on my mind. [...]
Except that part isn't true because I'm not an idiot, thanks though.
I really like this show. I understand it. Funny how the shows seem to reflect my life as they run.
I was laughing so hard I cried. And then I just cried. I'm really glad you weren't there to see that. I don't know. I can't even decide whether I don't know or I dunno.
Reckless abandon is something I sometimes wish I had. A certain disregard for the rules.
And that's me speaking, not you. And it's 11.11.

P.S. Those collarbones kill me every single time. 

Morning Sky

I have faith in my own reason and restraint. I'm not going about it the wrong way because I'm not putting effort into that side of the situation. I live and die in the friend zone so. I dunno what this is at the moment. I wonder how many times the script asks, "Have you ever been in love?" I'll count next rehearsal.

THIS SHOW. It's real. It's not lala land (Oz), it's not magic or munchkins. It's motorbikes and greasy dresses and falling stupid in love and it just makes sense. There's no feeling of a different world or being violently picked up and thrown into terrible predicaments that make you redefine your life. It's HERE. Pretty dresses and harmonies is all stupidity needs.

I don't know how to gracefully ask this but.

Since when do I know what it feels like to be hit in the gut?
I decided I wanted to know but now I'm undeciding. I could only roll my eyes and walk away because all I could think of to say was 'sorry'. It would be a lot easier if you were a bitch. Did my question warrant a smile? Maybe I'm just something to laugh at.