I have such a hard time making friends… or actually wanting to spend time with people who like me. It sucks hanging out with people when everyone else is smoking or drinking and you aren’t. It’s also v boring
I don’t want to look back in five years time and think, ‘We could have been magnificent, but I was afraid.’ In 5 years I want to tell of how fear tried to cheat me out of the best thing in life, and I didn’t let it.
What the actual hell is going on?
It went from you trying so incredibly hard to get me, to me trying so incredibly hard to get you back. Where did we go wrong?
That’s right. We didn’t go wrong at all. You said that I was a good girl, and you were a bad boy. Except you’re not a bad boy, you make bad decisions, that doesn’t make you a bad boy.
You’re the best kind of boy. You’re my favorite kind of boy. You’re my favorite boy. You’re my favorite. Please come back.