journal | matt espinosa

twenty-eight

if only you were mine, baby.

dear diary,
this is matthew's last poem. i was so happy to read it because i think i actually like him. if only he knew that i wished i was his.

the thing is, i'm a loser at flirting and showing feelings. i'm usually emotionless because i'm not very, well, enthusiastic about humans...
anyways, at home, things are going crazy. one day my parents make up, the next they are like two five year olds pouting in different corners. yes, my life is boring.