12.10.01 - 9:39 p.m. - bad directions

i feel like a goddamn teenager doing what i do, but it's not like i can do anything else anyway. this isn't wallowing, this is just really huge frustration at not being able to say what i want to say.

but this is what is in my head:

1. i am still in love with you
2. i think this whole thing is ridiculous
3. don't you think it's dumb that you're ignoring me in the halls?

maybe i am still right about this, maybe you really don't care and it doesn't matter that i am trying so hard to make you care.

i want to be wrong.

troz - diaryland - zort