my mind is a big ass blur of grades, the pool deck, and his face.

i cant stop worrying about "getting into shape."
& not to mention school. the fact i should be reading the declaration of independence right now. or doing vocab. or something.
& not to mention everything else that could possibly go wrong.

ive come to this point. this crossroads. where i hate everything and i want to breakdown and cry...yet i can't help being ridiculously happy.

because ive got this boy. and i really have no idea how i managed it, but i did. and its good. it really is good.

but all this worry.

why can't it just be like summertime?

me. you. all of my friends. all of your friends. music. food. movies. sunglasses.

i need a break.