
I want
I wantIwantIwantIwantIwantwantwant
If I say I want a icecream I can go on knowing I'll eventually get an icecream.
I want somebody who makes me happy.
There.
Now it's only a matter of time
I wish I could be myself around hot guys. I always tell myself to be cool. He's just another dude, after all. But when wave after wave of handsome calm, cool and collected push you and turn you around. What the fuck are you supposed to do? You get one night. One night to make an impression. I sure did make an impression all right but I'm not sure if it was quite the impression I wanted to convey. I just sat around all night asking myself where the cool, confident Alex went because all I see is a girl word-vomiting all over an Abercrombie model.