You’ve changed. A lot. Maybe a little too much. Honestly I just want to stop talking to you, but I can’t. You know so much about me, and I feel the same. Why? Why is this happening? You are always going to be there for me, I know that, but you don’t act like it. You changed when I said… I didn’t like.. HER. Well you want to know my reasons? She’s a bitch, a...
I honestly hate it when people lie to me.
Can’t you just tell the truth? I mean, it isn’t that hard. Yeah, I might get mad at your for something that you did, but I’ll be madder if you lied about it. You did something wrong, you need to face your consequences. Don’t be such a jerk and lie. It’s lie after lie after lie. Then next thing you’ll know lying is going to be easy for you. You’ll lie all...
I honestly feel pretty at times.
You confuse me. You said you hate him and don’t want him in your life but you keep on checking up on him. It’s like you know every piece of him. Is it a daily thing that you do? Check up on him every single day? Well, that’s sad right? You check up on him every single day and you say you want to forget about him. Here’s something to help you out. Do not check up on him,...
xjuliehuynh: no one knows how to pronounce my last name. D:
what the hell is happening to my dash?..
The only thing that Concord Mall needs to have now is Urban Outfitters. lol
We made love be mysterious, complex, difficult, and undefinable. It’s the subject of endless poems and literary works. There is a huge amount of material available out there about love, a lot of it differing. People have said that defining love is t impossible. Maybe there’s a fear that if we define it, it would somehow be less powerful, less impactful, less exciting. Maybe we like the mystery...
This is why you should leave people some privacy.