Monday, March 29

Number Nine.

1.
I miss you a whole lot sometimes. I miss the days when I sat in my attic and we talked on the phone and you told me that one day everything would be fine and I wouldn't have to hide anymore. I wish you'd text me back one of these days. Let's go for coffee, and just be us again.

2.
I'm talking to you right now, and still, youre not really there. I feel like I invest so much time and I genuinely care... and you just don't. Id much prefer if you'd say so.

3.
Could you please just stop treating me like I have some terrible affliction.

4.
This was supposed to be my fucking escape from drama and stress but you had to fuck it all up. I don't even know who this shit is coming from anymore. Grow the fuck up.

5.
Is it just me, or did things seem different?

6.
I want so badly to tell you what's up... I can't though.

7.
Don't you dare look me in the eye because I will tear you apart you self-righteous son of a bitch.

8.
Youre a prick. Everything you stand for is bullshit. Youre a cardboard cut out icon. A little rich kid who likes to believe the things he hears in songs are true for him. You are an unbelievable waste of talent and oxygen.

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