the point sometimes.

see. this is why i cant get my hopes up for you. because im crazy. because i fear youll dump my little ass for the first pretty college girl that talks to you. not that theres even anything to dump because its not like were together. ha. see where my imagination takes me? all because of you. and i cant get excited or happy or hopeful because i know theres a very good chance youll bail out at the last second. its just you. your nature i guess. or maybe its not. not like i should know. i just im afraid to be happy about it because whenever im happy about things, they never go my way. why is it that i only get what i want when i stop wanting it? i swear to god you do this to me again and your out. off the field. third strike. even if it just ends up being that your not coming home. one. two. three strikes. and your out. youve been warned. not like you care.