Window Of Opportunity

Fuck.

Fuck me dead.

Fuck me sideways.

Fuck.

After all this time, I still don't have the balls to say how I feel.

I'm just a complete failure at doing so.

The Walls are Made of Cookie Dough

I have no idea why I keep up this veneer. She's completely out of my league; there's no way for me to be able to keep up with her needs, especially since I'm not exactly that type of person.

Sure I know quite a bit, but I'm pretty sure when the moment arises, I'll back the fuck out.

Not my cup of tea, is what I'd say.

If ever I do get the chance, I'd try my hardest, but I don't think my hardest would be enough to keep her coming back, not because it's scary to do so; I'm just a mellow kind of guy.