These mixed feelings I get toward you always seem to come back. It never fails. It’s beginning to feel like they’re meant to. Maybe to show me a sign? Maybe to tell me to change something? Or maybe to inform me that I’m wasting more and more time as each day passes? I mean… They kill me inside. Literally, kill me. Kinda how one would feel if they found out their best friend died, the one they spent every waking moment with and the one who knew every little thing about them. It’s making no sense to me. None. Nadda. And I really, really wish that you could help me out or even just notice… But ofcourse, you’re just a boy. And boys don’t understand. Sadly.
♥ foreverfreeeee.
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dear followers,
I like what I like, and I get what I want. There's a fine line between honest and mean, I walk that fine line. I can be predicted, and unpredictable at the same time. Give me a chance, and you might find out that I am not such a horrible human being.
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