2The Indifference of Being Indifferent » I see him everyday at school. I watch him like some creepy stalker and I write songs about him like a really creepy Taylor Swift. I have to stop this. I need to catch myself before I fall hard and flat on my heart. Who knew infatuation was an ugly thing?
Fiction: Romance, T, English, Romance & Hurt/Comfort, chapters: 2, words: 1k+, favs: 1, follows: 1, updated: 2/17/2011 published: 2/13/2011