I've come to talk with you again.

Why should I give my best when you don't.
I can't play with you& you & you, really
really
really
really
really
really
really
really
really
really.
I feel so insecure, running beside you.

I've so much to tell you, but I can't begin.
oh, I played with a cute boy in the train today (: should have taken a picture though. He's really cute (: then again, maybe cuteness is just because he responded to me. But, still cute :D