Why do I tell myself that everything is going to be fine, to be okay? …. When I know it’s not? I question every move I make, and they make me end up regretting them. I told myself, I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t let my heart fall down into your hands, and then see you crush it right in front of my eyes. I’m struggling to find someone way better then you, but it’s seriously sickening. Do you remember when you said that I was your best friend? Do you remember when we used to talk every day on the phone about completely nothing? I don’t know if you did, but I do. I remember it back then, when you used to talk about other girls. Oh, how I used to long to be one of them so fucking bad. But I got over it, because you turned completely different. Like black to white. And now you’re changing again. You’re turning to somebody that may actually appreciate me. I just don’t know if I can handle another heartache, because somebody else recently tore it into pieces. I wonder what you think when you look at me across the class. I wonder what you think when you smile and your eyes twinkle. I wonder what you think about me. Is it good? Is it bad? I don’t know. All I know is that I need to know soon, because if I don’t I’ll find myself stuck in a rotten hole of misery. And no one likes to feel trapped, right?