i don’t know anita. i’m just tired of everyone i want being the wrong one. this particular person i wanted for so long but i feel like i messed up by…being me i guess. then other times it’s just like “fuck it maybe he’ll like me anyway.” i’m tired of being a fool. if this person was to really not be the one i’ll just give up on the whole thing. even still, no matter how many people say maybe he’s not the one, i still believe he’s mine. i always have. but i guess that’s just my problem. believing in this stupid love shit, but being me while doing it. if it were some other magical girl with good looks and good everything, if she believed in love, it wouldn’t matter. love would believe in her too.