for how i feel about you.
Whenever I goto my grandmas, or take the Train in the north part of town, I think about something, I'd like to forget.
A few weeks ago, I took the bus that I took to summerschool to goto my cousins house, and as we drove by that school I felt like getting off and going to the concrete steps outside. I'd look into the school, and visit the places that became familiar.
but instead I sat on the bus filled with people conversing in foreign laguages, and I tried not to cry.
I'm really ******** crazy.
I didn't even know this person, yet...I just felt so drawn to them.
I wish I'd said something.
i've got a real life journal now, and I think I may post certain excerpts from it here.
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