November 2011
4 posts
You're really something... not.
Why is it… that when I became myself again, you came into my life? Why do you talk to me now, as if you actually care? Bitch, stop playing. I know your schemes, and it’s my turn to show you what I went through. In the absence of talking to one another, I’ve developed a wall and you’re now on the other side. Don’t you dare even try breaking that down, because I’m not letting it happen.
Regret.
I’d rather have things slightly torn rather than broken. My biggest regret ever will be falling in love with someone like you, and then not saying anything. But now, it seems like it’s too late. I don’t wanna have to leave.
I wanted you to tell me not to leave.
If it’s you, then I won’t go anywhere.