Wearing: school uniform still
Hair: down and in mah face
Thinking: Why am I such a wuss? I'm letting my chances all slip by, why couldn't I suck it up and let the truth fall out?
Feeling: Alone, sad
Talking to: Me, myself, and I.
Listening to: With you - Chris Brown
Loving: The person who ignores me yet walks near me, looks at me, sits by me.
The person who I see in the cafeteria, in the hall, on recess, everywhere. The person whose eyes meet mine and make me want to laugh happily or cry in self-pity and sorrow.
Wanting: These waves of life to crash down. For this 4-day weekend to be over so I can just go to school and face him again.
Hating: My mistakes.
Waiting for: My subconscience mind to allow me to mentally get through the rough times.