Legit 17. Loves God, pipi, chowchow, my parents and koko. I sing, dance, get crazy. Another thing; I believe in fairytales. I'm cynical about superficial relationships. Love at first sight is a myth, all you feel is lust. Love is not love if it is not selfless and passionate. Just trying to be happy.
Tell me why
I’m still very, VERY much affected by you.
I’m SUCH a loser omgosh.
I wish, I wish you’d give me another chance.
Just my luck that you had to mean so much.
Your luck, apparently.
I mean, I’ve change so much, improving myself with YOU in mind.
And you’re skeptical.
More than that… Scornful! Cynical! And friggen’ harsh.
Come on now.
That is just completely unnecessary.
I’m so wounded, you have no idea.
And you should know I didn’t mean to, as in, hurt you.
I didn’t even know you were so affected.
You didn’t tell me that my behaviour was that… Unbearable, to you.
You didn’t say a word.
But you, of all people, just had to be that special friend to me.
You with the unforgiving, overly inflexible and narrow-minded personality.
The spitfire with the harshest, cruelest, most brutal words.
But if I could go back in time, I know I would have still chosen to become your friend.
No question whatsoever.
You’ve hurt me so, but ultimately…
I fucking miss you so shitass terribly.