My Heart Is The Worst Kind Of Weapon

I'm going to have to tell him. I like him and I can't stand it anymore. I need to get it off of my chest. I've been up all night thinking things through (while coughing my lungs out from this week long sore throat) and I've decided that he's the best for me. I can never be sad around him. All of my emptiness is full and all of my sadness is suddenly turned into joy.

No, I wasn't tired today, I was thinking. When I think, I look like I'm going to cry/scream at any second.

Also, I've decided that my life is slowly being stolen from me. It's not one person, it's multiple people that feed off of my energy and my hardwork and make it theirs. I hate it.


I hope all of my blogs don't sound this depressing...