I
wonder how I even have friends sometimes.
Who would want to be friends with someone like me?
Honestly, I don't think that I
would.
I am
constantly correcting my friends' grammar and spelling. It
must get quite irritating after a while.
I suppose they just accept it as a part of who I am.
I love them for that.
I love anyone who accepts me for me, even with my annoying
habits.
Besides, I'm dead useful when it comes to
English assignments.
>:)
You asked me what was wrong
today.
I said nothing.
You asked if I was just tired.
I said "Yeah."
You took that as a final answer.
You didn't hear me sigh.
You couldn't read my
thoughts.
But, want to know what is really
wrong?
I like you.
There, I said it.
Now please, hurry and break my
heart.
I can't go on like this
anymore.
I'm broken.