so confused.
i absolutely hate this feeling.
*It's like I'm lost, it's like i'm giving up slowly...*
Like a part of me really just wants to get over him because i'm so convinced he thinks nothing of me. But at the same time there's this fleeting hope that if I keep liking him maybe he'll like me too and everything'll work out. it won't be horrible and awkward between us, we'll be able to have a conversation without me feeling self concious. I just feel like I've messed this up too badly, like now there's no going back to the wreckage, it's too late and there's no survivors left. But that other part of me says there is, there's one child buried screaming for help under the wreckage, his hope of being rescued disappearing by the minute. I have to go back for him, for that single shred of hope; that one ray of sunlight shining down on the damage.

way too confused and muddled,
madelyn