Hello, rekindled summer.
Its weird because.. You were mine once. I called you baby, and you were my boyfriend. We were happy, and we were happy together. We said fuck the talking stage, ‘cos we flirt, we get a long great, we like each other, &we absolutely love being around each other. That else is there? What time needs to be wasted “talking” ? We knew how different we are from each other, our pasts since day one, &we weren’t on that personal level yet. But, that’s what made the best of it. Learning something new about each other everyday, trying to figure each other out, wanting to know more.. Falling in love with each new little known detail. Finding out we aren’t as different as we may seem on the inside. It’s weird how i find myself running back to you sometimes. Letting you cross my mind from time to time when i know i shouldn’t in the first place. Catching myself thinking i want you back, in my arms, claimed as mine. How pathetic of me.
If you’re so bothered when I talk to other guys, why don’t you just talk to me yourself?? Cos it’s you > them, fersure. Really, it bugs you that much and you don’t even try to take time out of your day (when you’re not in class, sleeping, or at practice) to talk to me..
He stopped talking to you huuh?(:
It’s not MY fault he doesn’t like you anymore.
He stopped talking to ME, for YOU!
So don’t put the fucking blame on me.
Just because you don’t know how to keep ya boy interested.
Shoot. you think I’d even want him back??
Nasty, he’s contaminated with your germs.
AND HE LIKED ME BETTER THAN YOU, HAHAHA SLUT.
I’m deciding if I should just reblog your picture and scream in the caption “BOP!!!!!”
Lol fuckin wanna-be-cute-but-in-realty-you-a-fuckin-hoe little girl.
