riding in cars with boys

i hate that feeling. it stings. deeply.

i hate that feeling.

sitting inside a borrowed car with norah jones as background music. norah's songs should be used for therapy... depression or something. or maybe just for me. it works for me.

i look outside the window and watch the world pass me by as i think and remember my mantra. after weeks, i say those words again. forcing my self to say so. a line times three. don't fall in love. don't fall in love. don't fall in love. he's not worth it. he's not worth it. he's not worth it. he doesn't deserve you. he doesn't deserve you. he doesn't deserve you.

shit. destructive silence. hurting silence. changeable silence.

i do not know how i will act towards you after this. but, it's because i fell in love and love you. that's why i feel this way.

geez... i fell in love after all.