I wouldn’t say that this day is crap. No, it’s not even close. Perhaps a bit more misunderstood.
No matter how hard I try erasing this dude from my mind, I still find myself hopelessly thinking about him. This is the hardest thing (I suppose) I’ve been dealing with for the past months. I have no right to be angry or whatsoever because we’re not labeled as a couple. We’re not even close to a couple.
We’ve exchanged looks again. I can’t figure you out.
My journal is all about you. And I write things about you. Oh, this is a sad, sad world.