I confess,
I like a guy. He’s got a girlfriend. And I honestly don’t care if him talking like that to me is wrong.
I’m lazy. Dosen’t mean I don’t dream about doing great stuff. Just not right now.
I’m fooling myself. I think I’m in love. Though the only thing I’m in love with, is the idea of being in love.
I’ve never fallen in love. Honestly. I’ve said I have fallen, but the truth is I haven’t.
Sincerly,
Someone who’s a hell of a lot confused.
