“Why do you have to make things so difficult? He has my heart. Sad thing is I have to wait 2 years” – The Journal.
It’s too late.
I’m already in too deep.
I’m falling for you more and more each day.
You’re giving me mixed signals.
I need to leave you alone.
You’re a drug, I can’t seem to stop taking.
At this point, I’m stuck.
When I was around, you never acknowledge me.
Was there something wrong with me?
Or was I not her?
“Friends” Yeah, right.
Was this love, lust, or just obsessed freak?
I kept so much inside, the only way I could express myself was this journal, my heart.
I put you first.
After your wrongdoings, I still stuck by your side. Why?
If I could go back, I wouldn’t of spoke to you on that day.
This was wrong, but it felt so right.
I thought I was someone special.
I thought I had it all figured out.
I thought you were my first love.
All the above.
I couldn’t stop.
I was looking for love in all the wrong places.
The love I never received from my dad,
For some reason, I felt loved when It came to you.
Though, other guys would try and get my attention.
I didn’t want it nor did I like it.
The only attention I wanted was from you.
No one else
It was you all along.
Why couldn’t I realize you were not for me?
Were you afraid?
We weren’t sure who we were.
I was just a young girl who craved love.
You were just a boy who wanted an escape.
I understand why you wanted to escape.
Happy on the outside, but deep down… I knew something was bound to happen… maybe not now but soon.
Was this all a plan?
Did I predict this whole ending of us?