I met you in the 4th grade. I was afraid of you, just as I was afraid of all boys at the time. Our conversations were limited to those regarding cooties, class pets, and pencil sharpeners. In the 7th grade, you noticed me. I noticed you too. But I was still afraid of you. You
Dear J, I know that you just think of me as that stupid whore who will do anything for you, but i do the things i do, because its nice to finally feel like someone wants me. its also because i fucking love you. ever since 8th grade i have fucking loved you. don’t ask
With every passing day, I keep wondering, when will this day be the day in which I am not lonely anymore? How much time between us must pass before you look into my eyes and tell me that you love me? I know that the chances of that even happening are so very slim, but
What matters is that I knew everything and still loved you. This is not your fault. I forgive you. Related Post The best part about being home alone… To all of you! Whitney.
sta ima? da li sam ti nedostajo? prob not, i doubt u really think of me much, which is totally cool n none of my business or whatever right? i mean i didnt mean to become such a burden..like, shit girl. but i mean, shit if u want me to fuck off just like, say
It’s been 7 years since I first fell in love with you. Some might say it’s a little ridiculous to say I fell in love in 7th grade- but I did. Honestly. I thought about you every day. For 7 years. There were a couple years during high school when I lived far away that