To be quite honest, every day I find myself building walls, buildings bricks around me. I am not sure if this is a sign that I am getting wiser or that instead of being brave and stronger, I have become more scared and terrified.
I am still going to talk about the guy that I've been talking about from the very start. We shall call him Peaches, yes.
It had been almost a month since I wrote about him and nothing much has changed. Maybe there are a couple of things that might have changed but my situation is still the same old I-am-in-love-but-I'd-rather-not-believe-that-is-true-so-fuck-damn-it-I-am-in-denial......
Truth be told, we don't really spend every second, every minute, every hour of the day with each other. But every time I do get to see him, every time I do get to spend time with him, every time I do get to be right by his side and despite him being revolting and annoying each and every of those time, I am a content and happy girl.
It's true, I am in love with him. Secretly. I am in love with him, tragically. It is overwhelming, it scares the living shite out of me.
I have so many things going on in my head that I cannot write them all down because they all would just be a jumble of words and it wouldn't make any sense at all and I am fucking hungry so I would just leave no and sleep.
Ah, love.
