i feel like letting my thoughts out. i'm suffocating from these thoughts of you. and it's all my fault. you have absolutely nothing at all to do with it, besides the fact that you let me fall in love with you. and i wish that i could wish you hadn't. but i can't. you're too perfect for me to get over. ever. maybe i'm too young to understand yet. but you're not, and i refuse to believe you didn't mean what you once said, and what you repeated just recently. some things just aren't meant to be. i say if the future's been drawn out, there's no point in living. i won't give up my love so that fate can have its way. if the stars say that you couldn't love me, are you telling me that you would listen? i don't want this to happen again. i was enjoying being happy.