twenty-one january
eleven : thirty-nine p.m.

i hope she doesn't turn around. i don't want her to see me crying.

i feel like such a stereotype. crying while listening to the band that is supposed to make you cry. i don't know. it's just in the background.

crying because i don't deserve this. because i'll never be that good. because i'm not smart enough for him.

because he doesn't know it yet.

music : "in circles" by sunny day real estate
literature : nothing
fixation : running down