i wish people would stop talking about the year elevens leaving. it kind of makes me want to jump off a tall building.
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i failed today. completely.
okay, there’s always tomorrow. I will do it tomorrow.
I’m going to do something quite big tomorrow and I am so scared but I know that I must. “There’s no point” I keep telling myself, however, I am certain that I will regret it if I don’t. It’s just that I see the way you smile at me when I wave, and I feel the same. I’ve known this for a while but there was something restraining me - something that is a complete prick whom I’ve been obsessed and in love with for such a long time. But that’s done with now, for I cannot fathom my past feelings towards him. Now I know what I am to do tomorrow. As terrified as I am, I know this feeling and what it is. The amount of times that I have had the chance to say what I need to say just agitates me, as now I have left it rather late and I may end up getting hurt. That memory of two years ago, when you gave me your number - I was so unready for anything like that but you understood me, made me cry with laughter and confused the fuck out of me at times; why didn’t I just give it a go? That is one of the biggest mistakes of my life. At least now I just know that I want to share this whole “new experience” thing with you, and you only. I refuse to let this slip through my fingers again. I wish you were reading this.
here’s a picture of me with a tea-towel on my head, “trying” to look like holly golightly. feel free to laugh all you want. this is probably one of the most embarrassing photos of me ever.
i prefer to watch other people go through love instead of actually getting involved myself.
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