It'd be nice, to stop these awkward silences. It'd be nice, if I didn't get nervous, telling you I love you, when it's bedtime; not knowing whether you're in the mood to say it back. And I'm sick of staying up for hours, thinking of you. And I'm tired of all the fighting. I'm tired of you. Though that thought just doesn't seem real. I just want things to be okay. And I'll keep a firm grasp on the thought of everything turning out to be just fine. You were like a Neverland to me.

My brother is alseep on the couch, watching God knows what on t.v. I'm sitting here, staring at a screen full of IM's. But right now, I don't care about anyones' problems but my own. Sounds selfish, I'm sure. But being a little selfish at times is probably healthy. My best friend is leaving again. He just got back today. Sucks. Hopefully he'll be able to go to Disneyland with me for my birthday.