what i do best.
it's sad that i look for something to talk to you about. i look for any excuse, any reason, any little shrivel of something we have in common. and it's sad that i'm completely lost in any reason. i want to be near you. i want to get to know you. i want to know you like the back of my hand. i want to know your flaws and everything that makes you perfect. i want to be the person you want to see. i want to be that person.
i want to you to tell me that this is all mutual and that i'm not just a wishful thinker. i want you to tell me that i'm not crazy for thinking all of this.
i'm starting to bite my nails again. maybe it's cause i'm nervous just thinking about you. i don't want to screw up and i don't want you to think i'm incompetent in any way. i want to impress you and make you think highly of me, even better than i really am. just so you might like me and then figure out i'm not what you thought i was. i guess that's better than nothing. i'm not really sure.
hm.
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Haha, kinda late to comment on this one, but I feel you. I've been there, too. It's hard not knowing, and never really being sure. Hang in there, though, you'll find some really awesome dude one of these days, and forget all the stupid boys you liked in high school.
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