*cries* aw. thats sad. hm...*cries more*

Aw. I love it, really. I always imagine things like that happening to me, just to make myself feel bad, which of course feels good in a twisted way. (Reading poetry makes me want to be poetic in everything I say, which I like, though it's very irritating.)

I just love this, really. I fear the same thing with ... who I like. \ ...