I think that’s why I keep myself so busy, it keeps the sadness out.
I just wish you could see how stupid you look.
Weakness is not attractive.
Neither is stupidity.
It’s even worse because it’s all for a boy.
I hate that you force me to live with it too.
You suck. This apartment sucks.
I hope one day that your perfect little world crashed to pieces, not because I want to wish ill upon you, but because I believe it is only then that you will realize and appreciate the people who are actually there for you and that actually love you.
… not ones that just want to get in your pants.
I’m getting over it, in my own way.
It doesn’t mean I don’t still want you.
It doesn’t mean I don’t want you here.
I’m just moving on. Slowly.
I just need someone to be there for me, for once.
