I’ve never met anyone the way that I met you. I saw you across the bar and I told my friend I thought you were hot. She walked right over to you (awesome wingman that she is) and told you that I wanted to meet you. The next morning I woke up in your bed.
Hi there, So, I’ve been waiting two months now, and still I can’t figure out what you really think of me. At first, when I made my move and asked you out, I thought, “hey, this might work”, but sadly you let me down. A few weeks later I tried again, after a number of
Hey you, So I’m gone and didn’t get a chance to say goodbye, to give you one more big hug, you know the ones you always make me do 3 times over cause they’re never good enough? And we’ll text and I’ll see you in a month maybe but I don’t want to wait that
Dear John, You molested me. I don’t know why you felt you had the right. Yeah I kinda liked you (a thought which now makes me sick) and I leaned on you on a car ride, but how the hell was that an invitation to stick your hand up my skirt?! When I told you
Dear matt I never met you but I read your eloquently disguised suicidal idealizations and I found the mess you left behind all over my flesh and blood. I think you broke him. The corners of his mouth don’t fit just right anymore and I wouldn’t expect them to, even if they wanted, even if
Sometimes I wish you would hit me because at least then you would be showing some passion toward me instead of ignoring me. At least then I would know you feel something. Related Post is there anyone out there for me… Thinking of you Roses are Red, Violets are Blue, Fuck You, Whore