Stupid boys.

For some reason I feel like this is appropriate. Maybe because I'm terrified of even beginning to like any boy whatsoever.
Or maybe it's because it's almost 2 in the morning, and I really should be sleeping.. but know I won't be able to.
Maybe it's because at work the other day every time I looked over at that one boy he would be smiling at me, because I could make him laugh.. by being my usual graceful self. It felt good to have someone smiling.
Maybe it's cause I'm struck by someone, but really don't want to be.
Maybe I just need someone to just hold me for a minute.
Maybe I need to learn to breathe again.