I'm a freaking Hufflepuff.

I've made a mistake.

I've jumped to conclusions, I've been horrid, jealous, and bitter.

I know I'm not perfect, but I'm trying to be better. I'm trying to actually like myself...

I always had thought that I had my personality. I had that. That was the best thing about me. I thought I wasn't pretty enough, I thought I wasn't skinny enough, but at least I had my personality. The best part about me. Then I do things, in the heat of the moment, I say things, filled with emotion that I know I will regret, but I just don't care, because it sounds good. It makes me look like the good guy when I truly know I'm just a horrible cold person. A person who tries.

You may think it's smart to hate me and to ignore me. Maybe it is. You would know after all. But I'm not going to give up. Because that's not who I am.

Let me just say this... I'm sorry. To all I've hurt, toyed with, and broken.

I'm just sorry.

It Would Sound Lovely

I ran into you the other day. You looked just as I remembered, beanie covering your brown hair, skin a lovely tan color, the sound of your voice, your amazingly dark brown eyes. It was all just too much. You saw me again, those dark eyes latching onto my own.

Though we didn't speak (because I had my friends and you had yours), I saw the recognition.

You remembered too.

My breath hitched, my body tensed, and I knew every movement, every step was basing your opinion on me. Thoughts raced through my mind.

Has he noticed my absence on the bus?

Has he looked for me?

Does he even know my name?

Do you? Do you know my name? Do you doodle it in the margins of your papers? Do you imagine how it would sound with yours?

It would sound lovely.