music, computer, food (but no gain), growing up, the "usual"/"yuje".
cannot forget a.t♥ she gets me.

I'm not one to talk, which is why this is on here*

I think one good thing for you, and then someone goes and reminds me of all the wrong things about it.

I really can't truly say that I know you. Because I don't. I want to, but I'm starting to think that if I do, I wouldn't like you. Wholly, that is*

I don't know who I am when I'm with you, because you change how I feel. I'm not saying it's a bad feeling, rather a new feeling. It's something that well, I'm surprised for feeling. It's different. It makes me wonder. A want. Something that I'm intrigued in exploring.

Unfortunately I'm skeptical on its extremities and conditional treatment.

When it's otherwise, I feel like taking back my thoughts. And actions. But sadly time travel isn't my super power.

You want to please everybody, because that's what makes you happy. That's what pleases you. When you cannot come to par, you are bothered by it - especially when someone else has come to par.

You take me for granted, and do not truly appreciate me (or well, you've failed to).

I want to honestly babble so much about you right now but I'm too jumbled to know how to put it together.

You are misleading

You mislead our friends

You mislead your friends

You mislead me

You confuse me. You anger me, disappoint, test me, challenge me, exploit me, embarrass me, manipulate me, anger me, anger me, anger me, anger me. ..then why do I still do it?

Why do I still believe you're one of the most important people in my life? Why do I still believe you know me, how to cheer me up, how to show me that you know? After so much, why do I still believe in you?

Why do I fall for your tricks? Your sudden affection to win me over because you know that wins me over? Just because I've told you a lot about myself doesn't mean you abuse that knowledge so lamely.

I am extremely confused, and I wish I could talk about it. Because I don't want my thoughts about someone to be dimensional - one thing, then another thing, then something else. I want honesty. I want to trust fully again. I feel as if I've been riveted by this fascinating portion of a painting, but unaware of the remaining confusing and distasteful portions surrounding it. But it still is itself. It still is a work of art.

Love is so hard to understand,
sometimes because it gets mistaken for something else. Because you place its label on other feelings, for example Distaste, Satisfaction, or Jealousy.
Maybe, Love is in all things, but in little portions.
And well it's our choice to either develop or diminish Love - whether it be in objects, in a place, in a person.

All I know is that I love you. In some way.
And lately, it ,as it is, has been getting me by just fine.