What a day

What a day.
What a year.

Why must my little head think for my big head so often. I keep getting myself into horrible situations. I hope she dosen’t ask me out. She’s such a good friend, I wouldn’t want to mess that up, which I know I would.
There’s only one person I can see myself with and she never wants to talk to me again.

Why was I so stupid.
I didn’t realize how much I had until I threw it all away.
I’ve got so many good songs, but most of them are so personal, I almost don’t want anybody else to hear them.
I don’t even care enough to record them.
If you ever happen to read this, just know I’m sorry and I really miss you. Just talking to you, knowing you.

I’m so dumb.