I get so annoyed when you are in the middle of a good conversation with someone and they just stop texting you back out of the blue.

I wonder if he knows how much that I miss him.

I don’t know why this is so hard for me. I trust you. You haven’t given me any reason to doubt that. I don’t know why it bothers me so much. I hate that I am a control freak.

I need to stop second-guessing myself. Why do I have a harder time trusting myself than trusting others? I need to learn to respect the decisions that I make, because I obviously made them for a reason. I’m just glad I didn’t act on my nervous impulses. I’m glad I didn’t screw anything up. This is too good to give up just yet.

My mind is telling me one thing but my heart another. I don’t know how I feel about this anymore. I don’t want to just keep pretending, but I can’t stop because I don’t know if I even am or not. I wish I knew myself better. I really just don’t want to hurt you.

Where did the sparks go? Did they every exist in the first place? Or was I just blinded from the today? I don’t know what part of me to follow anymore, because my judgement is obviously skewed either way. Why does it have to be a lose-lose situation when just yesterday it was the best thing that had ever happened to me?

People say you get to choose your friends and not your family, which is true, but is that really a plus? I think the reason being is that family is irreplaceable. I would rather have the presence of mortality than choice, because you can choose what your family sees of you and how they are to you. It’s a choice in and of itself.

He wrote me a letter and snuck it into one of my boxes. Finding that little surprise topped an already great day. I’m simply the luckiest.

A guys that’s down to watch chick flicks with me <3

When the whole world decides to text you at the same time, after having a whole hour where no one was talking to you. Thanks guys, for blowing up my phone.

I think it’s funny how the one night you don’t text me “good night” is the one night where couldn’t get myself to sleep, woke up throughout the night, and couldn’t for the life of me sleep in happily. Hm, at least I have assurance for tonight.

wongcatherine:

I want a hug, from you. Because no one could compare, your arms of two. You shared a connection, the scent through my nose, the tippy of my toes. Protection, sensation, lingers, with a touch of your finger. I beg for a hug, one last time.

I love those great days where great time is spent with great people. And then there’s the downer that school starts again tomorrow.

I’m so nervous I could sleep right now. I think I have anxiety issues.

Shouldn’t you be the one that knows me best? Shouldn’t you be the one that is most understanding of me? If that’s so, then why do I feel the way horrid way I do when I tell you about someone that is so important to me? Something about this just doesn’t feel right.