Twenty

It's all rolling out off my tongue, things to say.

I begin to say them out loud. Even to myself.

My skin just now is disgusting, I want to peel it off slowly, slowly. So I can give it a good scrub, really clean away all imperfections. Or perhaps just swap with someone else? Yes, let's get that arranged.

Boys confuse me, I may become gay, simply to rid myself of the confusion that boys seem to always cause. I decide not to text a particular boy, after hearing her has a girlfriend, but then when I get an unexpected text from him, I reply. The ball's in his court, right? Right, so now he may "pop in and see me :) xxx" in work tonight. What? WHAT?!

Loosing my breath, hyperventilating, chest heaving, head spinning...

I've not heard from Him either, I know it's over. But I always feel just a touch left out. He clearly doesn't want to my friend.

Oh sigh, another one lost. Of course...