I have to stay away.
The thought of it makes me feel ill though.
Seriously ill.
Plain and simple.
This sucks.
I'm tired.
All over tired.
Maybe it's because I'm sick.
You make me feel like a stupid, young, undesirable girl.
And I know it's not your intention.
Maybe I am those things.
Maybe I am in a rut.
Maybe I am a rut.
Maybe the internet sucks.
Maybe my blog sucks.
Maybe I'm drunk.
Maybe I'm melo-dramatic.
Maybe I'm young.
Maybe I'm head over heels.
Maybe I'm ridiculous.
Maybe the worlds ridiculous.
Maybe I'm detached.
Maybe I'm attached.
Maybe I don't care.
Maybe I care too much.
Maybe I'm unforgiving.
Maybe I'm too forgiving.
Maybe I'm shallow.
I'm definitely shallow.
Maybe I'm feeling awful.
Maybe I'm pretending.
Maybe I like the word maybe.
Maybe because it reveals nothing.
Maybe because its ambiguous.










Maybe.