I don’t miss anything about you anymore, nor do I care. I say this with the absolute certainty that I am not merely saying it to force myself to believe it. You don’t matter anymore. Five days ago I did care, to a degree, but then I underwent an angry, delayed response to what you did a month and a half ago.
I’m not going to lie: I still think about you, and after analyzing everything, I believe the score’s not settled because I haven’t received the closure I deserve. You never gave me an explanation. You left me in the dark, really. Bravo.
You should count yourself lucky that I knew practically nothing about you at the beginning of this year. You were able to get close to me, close enough to be the first one to make me care and become truly attached. I guess that’s the problem, right? Being the first to break the mold, the first to mark someone with genuine memories of the intimate kind?
Thanks for the memories, even if they weren’t so great.
“talk to people more!!”
“get used to them!!”
“speak up so you wont have to be quiet!!”
i woudl if i COULD
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THIS WEEK SOMEONE TAPED THESE PICTURES ALL AROUND SCHOOL
IN STUDY HALL IT WAS RIGHT IN FRONT OF MY ROW.
STARING AT ME
EVERY TIME I LOOKED UP
AND THEN THE NEXT DAY IT WAS ON THE DESK RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME
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