HashtagAttentionWhore.

Do they really get sick of her?
Do you think about me like I think about you?
I wonder if my head is wondering things it has no business wondering?
Could I get just and hour of closure?
Do you think you could prove my theory wrong just once? I leave in 35 days...
I wonder what he thinks about that peck I gave him on my doorstep?
Why do I sincerely care so much about 3 boys more than anyone else?
How could anyone believe there isn't a god?
Why do my heart and my head want two completely different things?
Can we spend every extra moment together? I leave in 35 days...
Is it wrong to want someone that significant out of my life?
Will I ever be tan again? I mean seriously, I look arctic.


I think to sum up these questions I could use 5 words: boys, friends, future, religion, and random.

It's becoming more and more daunting as my days become more limited; life is not just ending the chapter of high school, but also the friends chapter, and the little girl chapter, and so many other chapters I didn't even know I had in my Book of Life.
The more happy times I have with my friends, the more I cry myself to sleep. The more days that pass proving my theory right, the more I cry myself to sleep. The more I smile at the simple things, the more I cry myself to sleep. There are so many happy things making this transition so much harder.

So many things will be different when I get home, only to change even more a few months later.



And I'm absolutely petrified.



... And she KNEW she was being psycho and obsessive, but the response she wanted she just wasn't getting. HashtagAttentionWhore.