keep on truckin'
12:50 a.m.

i'm going to say this right now, before i lose my nerve:

i don't know why, but i just love you. you make me feel happy, sad, furious, confused, hopeless, insane, frustrated, lustful, isolated, strange...but most of all you just make me feel, and it doesn't even seem like you're trying. and it doesn't even seem like you notice.

and i feel like the mousy girl who stands in the hallway outside of the gym, clutching her books to her chest, and holding her breath as the football team captain walks by because she's desperately in love with him, and because he symbolizes perfection in her mind and so she doesn't realize that he's just a boy that doesn't even know her name

yeah, i feel that pathetic and lost and i hate it, and yet i love it

so what can i do but continue along this treacherous, torturous path...?

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