I never thought that i'd have to fight to keep someone close...never thought i'd have the will. I dont care about people...IT's not my style. Yet there you sit, in some kind of godly glory...you make it so hard to breathe. It makes me jealous that her drawing turned out so much better thatn mine...and that she's number one out of three...but i'd never tell you that. I have too much pride. You dont realize how amazing you are. And yet when you say that to me i deny the simplicity of the comment. Im nothing special. Just a fucked up girl looking for her own peace of mind. You make life seem so real. Like if i wake up, i'll still be here. Nothing in the world compares to you. Yet...i still get jealous when something else steals your attention. I still hunger when you have to say goodbye. Yes. I am a girl obsessed. But then again, who hasnt been at least once in their life? So. I sit here and i write to you somethings that have to be said simply to keep the serene feeling a little bit longer. You are my everything. Simply put. I dont deserve you and i never will, yet you insist on telling me im perfect. You dont yet understand how wrong you are. I will never be close to what i need yet you long for me when your embrace falls short, your heartbeat still gets quicker at my every glance. You dream about me even if you are in the next room. You hear my voice tell you it's okay when you are upset. You are a boy obsessed. So. Tell me. Does it hurt to see me cry...does it bother you for me to keep secrets and hang onto things that hurt me so. Well...i have just proved that you are in love with a stupid, sadistic, masochistic, unreliable, selfish girl who wants nothing more than to hold you forever. Here it is. Your one last chance to let it all go. If not...I guess you are stuck with me.