One girl, one boy.
Totally different,
But very alike.
They find eachother.
They need eachother.
But not for love.
At least, not yet.
She feels guilty,
She flaked out.
He's ******.
But he'll accept it.
They'll figure it out.
Together.
I'm just blabbering right now. It's strange, the things I think about in my head when I feel alone. I sometimes create an alternate story to my life in my own head. It makes me wonder if I'm crazy. It's sure as Hell better than what I'm actually living out. Or is it? Maybe the people I create inside of my mind are having as much of a ****** life as I am. But I only see the good side of it. No, I'm just insane.