i dont know why, and i hate myself for it, i'm so childish, i cant stand it. Maybe i've prayed about it, and maybe i've tried to forget it, but its like a feather you know, the harder you try to throw it, the less distance it moves. The more i think about it each time, and sometimes, i just wonder, why. Why girls are so sensitive, why I am so sensitive, its such a small matter, and yet. I'm asking God why he's doing this to me, okay, fine. So he wont answer me straight, but you know, sometimes i just want it to happen you know?

maybe i didnt listen to your explanation, maybe i was childish, but i just wanted to like, be childish, maybe just for tonight, i wanted to. i know you've never had obligations to tell me or anything, i've accepted that, but just when i forgot all about it, it came slaming back in my face, and i just didnt wanna know that maybe you didnt wanna tell me. I told God to help me forget it, i did, but no, what goes around, comes around.