He wants to be in the war?
No!!!
I am literally going numb
I am fighting the urge to break down
and sob in sorrow and despair
I hate the war
It's taking my first crush
Since 8th grade
and now we're sophomores
I can't look at him
I am ******
I need a beer
but I ain't ever drank before
I need a cigar
but I ain't ever smoke before
I like you, boy
Why the war?
I think I love you...
and all it took was for you to flash those dimples
I will wait for you to come back
In my dreams, we are together
My hand is cramping
My heart is shattering
My mind is rambling
I am fighting the urge to break down.