trying to catch myself.

When I caught myself,
I had to stop myself
From saying something
That I should have never thought.

Oh no, I should have never thought.

It's so hard to try to catch myself, when I keep falling back into the same feelings. It's probably better to just fall and act like nothing's wrong. But at least I'm convinced it's love, otherwise I would have let it go a long time ago and not just lied and said that I was done with it. But what else am I supposed to feel when he looks at me and talks to me and touches me (not like THAT, you little nasties) like that? I'm done. I caught myself.

I have zero motivation for everything that has to do with school. I got a C on the government test, and I just failed a quiz the other day. And in English, I'm pretty sure the research paper is going to like literally kill me. I'm expecting to get a D on it, and I haven't even written it yet.

On a lighter note, Paramore is life.

And Twilight is tomorrow.

Woo.