We accept the love we think we deserve. Do I really deserve this? I need, want more.

And I realize that maybe the obstacle to our friendship is me because I feel hope when you start being nice to me, because I'm the one who hesitates, because I can't be around you without awaking old feelings.

One day, we'll be fine.

Worst day ever. I don't know if I'll be able to graduate. And it's one of the worst feelings. I'm so close. ;(