Baby, I was naive. Got lost in your eyes. Never really had a chance. I had so many dreams. About you and me. Happy endings. But now I know. That I'm not a princess. This ain't a fairytale. I'm not the one you'll sweep off her feet. Lead her up the stairwell. This ain't Hollywood. This is a small town. I was a dreamer before you went and let me down. Now it's too late for you and your white horse to come around.

I hate it when nostalgia visits. Cos' then I start missing you all over again. And when it happens, I miss you more each time. And I hate missing you. Cos' I know I never even cross your mind. That I'm sure of. And those of you reading this, yes, I know I'm pathetic. But guess what? Nobody's forcing you to read this. Just press the red button at the top of your browser. Your kindness is very much appreciated. So, I'm announcer for morning assembly tmrw. == Just my luck. I knew it was coming. I just hope that I don't screw up. Wish me luck. Or laugh if you want. I don't care. LOL. I'm eating an apple now. Gonna catch up on Gossip Girl. BYE.