"That's the best thing a girl can be - a beautiful little fool."
I’ve tried my hardest to get away from you. I pushed you away. I told you the most harsh things any one could possibly say. I had my reasons though. You treated me like I wasn’t your only one and I knew I deserved better. I’ve got you to stay out of my life finally. After all the arguing, I finally got you out. I was sure that was what I wanted. Now that over half a year has passed… I think I was only thinking for the moment. Maybe I wasn’t. It doesn’t really matter. All I know is that I’m still thinking about you. Everytime I get time to myself, you pop up into my thoughts. Whenever I’m trying to talk to another guy, I only end up comparing you to him. I see myself going back to your Facebook profile and instagram to see how you’re doing with out me. Do you even think about me? Did you forget me? If so.. Was I that insignificant to remember?.. These questions in my head make me go crazy. I swear I got it bad. I don’t want to be in this position but I put myself in this position. I don’t know whether to go ahead and send him a message or just give it time and let him slowly slip away from my mind little by little by the day. I doubt it though. He was my first for almost everything. He’s always going to have some part of me…
I’m pretty sure that I’m late on this but I just not got your message. I appreciate it very much.. I needed to hear those words. Thanks for the helping hand. It’s not every day that I get stuff like that.
Sitting next to the guy you’ll always a thing for with his girlfriend which is your friend.. Sigh.
I went to a birthday party last night. It was a guy I used to talked to. I’ve known him for a while before we even talked. It didn’t work out because I felt like we were more like fuck buddies even though we didn’t fuck yet. Lol but anyways. I felt more like a booty call and I wasn’t tryna be that. He’s a sweet guy and not disrespectful or anything. We only had sex to talk about so I just called it off.. Then I met this other guy and told him about it then we just stop talking. Last night, we was keeping me company and what not at his party. Then before I had to leave he wanted to talk and know who I was talking to but we didn’t get to talk to each other for long because my ride was here. Now, I can’t stop looking at our picture. I guess I miss him but I’m talking to some one else now. And I like him. A whole bunch.
You’ve been appearing in my dreams lately. I don’t even know why. I haven’t came in contact with you in nearly half a year. Along with that, I been having flash backs of times we had together. I miss the relationship we had. I guess, I miss you. I don’t want you back or anything. I just simply miss you. I remember how you used to be my world and how it felt to be next you, holding you while you sleep. Nothing really doesn’t last forever. It’s sad but life goes on and no matter how many times you did me wrong, I still hope you’re doing well. Good night.
I’ve never been given flowers. It must be nice.
I’m probably not going to sleep tonight. I drank coffee. I spent the night on tumblr, reading, and listening to music. I probably got an hour of sleep and that’s about it. I’m not that tired though, just in a “ksjdflajsdf” mood y’know?
