We'll meet soon in school.
She's so happy about it.
I'm not that much,but sure.

I'm worrying about us.
What'll happen if everything is ruined?
I'm afraid of this.

She says we could meet somewhen.
I made up a reason to get out of it.
All day I just want to cry.

I want to cry because of everything.
I always say this when they ask why I want to cry.
It's not the real reason.

Only some people know the real reason.
And I want to keep it at that number.
I don't know what to write anymore.

Music gets me through everything.
But I feel like music can't even help now.
I need a therapist.
But really.

I thought meeting would be bad.
It wasn't.
Everything was the same as before.

We made jokes.
We had fun.
We had the same thoughts.

© Tortise