blech

i am hopelessly in love.

and also

completely hopeless. hands-up-in-the-air hopeless

i am sitting here contemplating whether or not i should go back to the bf's

for another night. i think not.

i hate running away after a spat.

but i can't help myself sometimes.

i wish i was stronger than my stubbornness.

sometimes i am sensitive

and i don't feel like making up.

especially when i give it a chance.

one false move and i am back at square one, furiously running.

i wish you would come get me.