If the children don't grow up...

Chelsea makes my life happy.

Then again, I think she makes a lot of peoples lives happy.

Or at least, those who still like her.

Sometimes I wonder if she would be happier not having to make other peoples lives happy.

I love you Chelsea.

I find myself realizing how cute everything was.

And how adorable everything was.

And how...it probably isn't worth it and how it probably is never going to happen.

And how I can't decide.

And how I know it doesn't matter because I don't think that I really have much of a choice.

I really don't think that it is up to me.

I think I need to learn how to give up and move on, because I think that everything may be winding down to a close.

I'll have to learn to accept that one.

I'm so needy.

I just want to talk right now.

Things need to keep moving forward right?

That is life.

Moving forward.

I'm feeling pretty stagnant.

If anything, I'm reversing.

I feel like I'm slipping back into last years habits.

But wait...I already talked about this didn't I?

I'm never moving.

I feel really bad for the people around me.

I sound like such a broken record.

I just want to talk to more and more people.

I just want to tell more and more people how I feel.

I'm so in need of attention it's sickening.

It really is.