I hate how you talk to me, how you except me to drop everything for you. How I never tell you no. How you call me at 3am, expecting things I should never give you. How you can talk to me like I’m nothing to you, was never anything to you. You walk out of
M, I remember when I first saw you. It was first grade and you were the cutest girl I’d ever seen. I didn’t have a lot of experience back then, but in my time you were it. I thought about you constantly. Looking back, I always think about it as if I was Charlie Brown
to tigger. fuck people who say they dont have any regrets. lying to yourself and telling yourself you’re ‘over it’ and ‘everything happens for a reason.’ its all bullshit. i regret losing you. you were my best friend for 9 years, i threw that away and gave up on talking to you because of a
JF, I can’t text you. Or call you. And I’m willing to be email or FB you. But I love you. And I needed you to know. PB. Related Post Mask He Was The One Dad,
Sam, Thank you so much for understanding. Thank you for holding me when I needed someone. Thank you for listening, not calling me an emo freak, but instead the happiest person you’ve ever met. Thank you for promising not to tell a soul. Thank you for still caring about me. Despite my struggles with depression.
Mama, I’m sorry for not living to expectations. Sorry for not being feminine enough. Sorry for not being as smart as my siblings. Sorry for growing up. Sorry for the depression you helped cause. Actually, I’m not sorry. I wouldn’t be me without that. I’m not taking myself back. I’m not changing the girl I