what can come of it?
i keep telling myself it can never happen. that it will never work. we’re too different. i’m too plain. i’m not good enough. he’s too busy. he doesn’t even know i exist. i’m just that one girl. that girl named Lauryn. so what? what’s so great about Lauryn? nothing. i can’t talk to him because i’ve convinced myself that there is no hope for a future with him in any way. i have convinced myself that he’s too good for me. that i don’t deserve him. it’s just, i’m me and he’s him. that’s that.