I over-think everything.
From how long it takes him to text me back
to what the song lyrics in his status mean to him.
It worries me how much I can like someone.
It worries me even worse the fact that I don't know if he likes me as much as I like him.
I lose my appetite and lose sleep.
I can stay up all night creating the perfect scenarios in my mind.
He makes me happier than I ever thought I could be.
But also more scared than ever.
Could you maybe just hold my hand
and tell me that everything's going to be
ok?
28.9.11
20.9.11
16.9.11
Oh, the irony
Es como esa cosa rara de que todo junto va separado y separado todo junto.
Y así estoy ahora. Con nervios, pero de los lindos.
Quizás no quiero escribirlo porque inconscientemente tengo miedo de "cantar victoria" antes de tiempo y blow the whole situation.
1.9.11
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