grimey

Dear person, I hate you so much.
I mean I don’t actually hate you but you make me sick to my stomach

I’m tired of you not knowing. & I’m tired of falling and not being caught.
Why bother?
If you’re unsure of me, then appArently its not going to work.

How come it seems like you’re everything I want and then it falls short?
How come its enough for me and never enough for you?

Why cant you tell me how you feel?
When you have no problem throwing your words to other girls.

I don’t want to want you anymore.
I just need to stop running with scissors.
Your no gooD for me. You cant really look past all the complications.
This sucks for me, like always. But big girls don’t cry.

i know you will never ever take the time to read this.
but how dare you make me feel so much and then hurt me so fast.

Grow up. You could’ve hAd everything, but now you wont.
so much for My happy ending.

moral of the story: when your friends warn you that some guy's probably just trying to get his dick wet....they're right.