1st
I wish I were as big as a basketball hoop.
It is actually painful to be this fine.
It is like squinting for no reason,
all night, choosing the pain of squinting
over going to sleep. And yet
what does it matter how big
a target you are? Someone somewhere
will invent a game to make you hard to hit.
Cancer again. All sorts of horrible things. Anxiety at a pitch level, a level that hasn’t been seen in about four/five years. The heart-rate like a rodent about to be swallowed up, the extremities tingling and foreign, the throat both tight and sore, the hyperalertness to all peripheral signs of doom. No fun at all. But:Thursday. All will be well.
But most times it takes just one person who is truly afraid to show what they feel getting an opportunity they never thought possible.
What took you so long?
If you thought that was long, you have no idea what you’re in for.
Say it.
Say what? I’ll say anything.
Say those three words you wanted me to say.
Are you kidding?
Not quite… Eight letters. Three syllables. Say them and I’m yours.
But I’m already yours and.. you’re ruining the mood with all this talk!
You can’t say it. You wanted it from me.
I’m prepared to settle.
Maybe I’m not.
Chuck Bass, I… will never say those words to you.
Then you will never have me.
Is this because of Vanessa? It was a game, Chuck. That’s it.
Maybe I want to raise the stakes. Are you ready to play that game? I chased you for long enough. Now it’s time you chased me.
And some things never change. Let a new game begin. xoxo Gossip Girl.
I was wrong. It is awesome.
Except: this is the first time it made me cry. Treacle is good like that. Trade-off?
I think it’s starting to jump the shark. Just the first hints. Why do people have to grow up? Why do they have to go to college? How did it already become senior year?