An unsent letter.

I need a tutorial on how to stop being so obsessed with you. You’re all I can think about before I go to sleep, you’re all I think about when I’m sleeping.

I look forward to the most stressful days of my week, just so I can see you. I think about you when you’re near and when you’re far away. You have no idea.

I’m obsessed with your hair, the way you dress, your humour and your voice. But there’s no way anything could or would ever happen. It’s just a stupid obsession.

I know in a few weeks this will all likely be over and hopefully my brain will settle. I’m sure I’ll find someone new to obsessed over. But I don’t want to. I wish, by some miracle you felt the same way I did, but it’s impossible.

I don't want this era to end.

Only two weeks left of this semester, then I'll finally be finished with my second year of university. Surprisingly, I really don't want this semester to end. I really like my tutors and my classes this semester. However, I feel like I mainly don't want it to end because it will indicate that I'm about the enter my final year of university.

I wish I could be a student forever, even though I know that's not possible. Casual working in retail (where I get barely one shift a week) isn't going to cut it forever. I just feel somewhat content with the age I am now. I wish I could slow down time. I like being nineteen, and I am petrified of entering my twenties. I also like the amount of responsibility I have now. I have my license and free will to go anywhere, but I'm still able to live at home and not work a full-time job. It's fun and I feel happy (I guess). 

Anyway, sorry, this is kind of random, but it's something that has been plaguing my mind at the moment. Hopefully, I can make the most of these next two weeks and try not to be so stressed out all the time. Thanks for reading!

See you soon,

catg1rl06.