| If you had a bad time at one of my parties... |
[05 Aug 2005|06:35am] |
They call them crushes for a reason.
Oh, darling, all of these jump-start stalling conversations mean much more to me than anything.
He is the most beautiful creature on this earth. Oh, darling. Big brown eyes, thin limbed, tall, smiling and I'm dying, I swear to God. He's attached to someone else, he's moving away. And don't you just know it. I want him, but he doesn't know. And even if he did, I couldn't have him anyway. I look at him and it hurts. I'm half in love and I don't even want to write about it anymore.
I don't even know this boy.
But I love his face so much that I might just fuck his best friend.
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