September 2010
1 post
day thirteen.
dear someone i wish could forgive me,
okay so here’s how it goes. i hate you. or at least i tell myself i do. all my guy friends hate you. & what you said hurt, but i don’t care. i want you to get punched, but i don’t. its like i wanna push you off a cliff & run to the bottom to catch you. i hate how we don’t talk. & how you just are so stubborn. i don’t...
