I’ve always thought I’d do fine as long as I don’t base my own happiness off of someone else. I guess I’m in too deep to follow that rule now. I can’t help but feel down when I’m alone, because I keep thinking I’m fooling myself with this feeling that you feel the same way. I light up when I hear the beep of my phone telling me there’s a message, and I hope with all I have that it’s you, missing me but disguising it with a subtle ‘what are you doing?’. It sounds pathetic, doesn’t it? It’s against everything I told myself to be. I guess I just really like you.
It’s friday. I wanted to go and watch American Pie Reunion but none of my friends are free, so instead I’m home alone wondering why life sucks so bad. Even worse, I won’t have someone to talk to tonight because he’s out there having fun and not remembering my name. I hate this feeling of being alone.
I can’t help but think he likes me, he likes me, he likes me.
Shit. I’m in way over my head.
It’s midnight and I’m so damn lonely.
Just watched Chelsea win the FA cup. Life is awesome.
Sorry but I’m not going to be on tumblr tonight. Not that anyone cares but my AP Psychology teacher is crazy, so that’s why.
Hi my name is Wendy and I just want to spend the days writing good poetry, listening to good music, and make out with a boyfriend I’ve yet to have. Ah, life.
Tonight will be all about old love songs (ie. Truly, Madly, Deeply and To Be With You) and romantic movies. Yes, it’s going to be a long and lonely night, especially because I’m fucking single.
Someone please take me out to see Titanic and let me fall in love with you.
Maybe I shouldn’t feel this way. Maybe I should have backed off. Or maybe I’m convinced that I’ll be alone tomorrow, and you gave me hope that I won’t have to be.
