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Every extreme thing i have done has been out of love.
No matter how irritating, spontaneous, or downright weird, i did it all for some type of love.
I tried to do what i think is right.
Now i see it won't work, or hold out.
How i wait for the coccoon in my heart to crack, so that the butterfly of change will finally emerge, and i can be the strong mature person i've always wanted to be.Then no one will think I'm weird, they won't say i'm annoying, they won't hide their hate and disguise it as dislike, and I won't care either way.
(And as much as i hate guys, i realize how much i wouldn't mind having one to hold me in a loving embrace telling me how much they care, and what i mean to them.)
i hope we didn't have homework tonight...
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