it was your song.

anytime i doubt myself,
i think of you.

apples and oranges.

i am ready to go home now.
airport tomorrow morning but silly plane won't get home till like midnight... what a waste of my day.
however, i'm actually really excited to go home.
i miss everyone.
i miss number 12.. or maybe i just miss being with someone i know really cares.
someone i know isn't going to break my heart.
he really loves me. and it scares me a little. okay a lot.
it scares me that he cares that much and that i don't know what i feel or think or anything. i'm a mess and he still wants to be with me. he knows i'll never love him as much as i love someone else and still wants to be with me.
what a sweatheart. i do love him, to death, i swear. i'm just not in love with him. and that's a huge difference.

i miss you.

18 years. =(

i miss you.

18 years. <3

dear cupid.

thank you so much for the disgusting rash. i really appreciate it. it's exactly what i wanted for valentines day. how did you know?
just another reason to absolutely love this day.
fuck i hate valentines.