For the past year I’ve been telling myself that the next time I see you i’m gonna tell you how I really feel. And I still haven’t. I guess I was just scared of being rejected maybe? But honestly. I regret not telling you every single day, especially when I think that I might possibly have a chance with you. I just get so scared. But now it doesn’t matter anymore. I lost my chance. Everyones leaving, And I’ll probablly never ever see you again. Where does that leave us? what the fuck am I supposed to do now?! I can’t not think about you. Your on my mind all day. I think about you when I wake up, When I go to sleep, Hell, I even think about you when I wake up in the middle of the night. I’m so incredibly screwed…It’s ridiculous. I have no idea what I’m gonna do now. And sometimes I still wonder if you really care…. Will you really think about me every wednesday? ha. Will you even miss me? And if you do, will you regret never telling me, just like I do?