There's no preventative, directive or safe approach for living. We each know our own fate. We know from our youth how to be treated, how we'll be received, how we shall end. These things don't change.

i'm obsessed with how things can or should or will turn out. i bother myself about these sorts of things. seeing you and leaving with such an unnecessary sour taste in my mouth. i should of showed you everything i was feeling. but whats wrong with me? i deny those feelings. especially around you. you drive me crazy because you're not like any other admirer. you're real and your life is seperate, it doesnt involve me for the most part. this is something i need to get over. please give me another chance. for some reason, ive convinced myself ive lost any sort of chance.