i don't care about my guilty pleasure for you.
if only every week passed by as quickly as this week then life would be all that much better. but sadly, it was a once in awhile thing. i do have a pretty good looking weekend coming up. i knwo i go on and on about having too high hopes and shit but i cant help it. gonna meet people this weekend and catch up. it'll be fun. probably.
i'd swim the ocean to see that smile which lifts me no matter what.
i feel like a retard sometimes. asking you questions that you never answer. asking you questions that you just avoid. ironic how you say so much things and yet im always right here for you but it doesnt really matter to you. maybe im not the friend you're looking for. maybe not a good friend in your eyes. but at least i ask. at least i care. at least i try. so maybe you dont think im a good friend or a trustworthy friend. but at least im trying to be your friend. but keep on going like this and i dont wanna try anymore
