Sitting, staring at the phone in my lap, I never thoght I would end up like this. Like the girl who is aways waiting for her boyfriend to call, or text back. I always though that stuff would never boher me. But knowing the possibility that he doesn't wait for me to call. Maybe he's got me wrapped around his finger, or maybe it's all in my head. How did I come o this? Don't ask me...i don't even know...but maybe I'll figure it out.
Maybe, just maybe..
July 11, 2010