
Bitch.
We’re not giving up on you. But if you decided to make all these choices, then it’s over. it’s done.
The good you is a memory were we can just reminisce. It could have been even better if you were back were you were. (sounds grammatically incorrect, but makes sense to me).
Good job. I’m hurt. She’s hurt. He’s hurt. Who else you wanna hurt now?
Good job. You’ve taking advantage of him cuz of his age.
Good job. Is it a habit now? Is it the most fun?
Oh…I’m a loser. Yeah because I want to be _______________________________eedeegeeee
Materials? I’m only happy for 5 minutes-1hour.
You’re smile and memories: Enternal. Engraved in my heart and in my head.
What are you to me? Who are you to me?
Is it what you usually do now a days?
I miss your enthusiasm in adventures, morning texts,
I miss gatherings with people.
Now from you, I get all this excitement from these things.
One day, i pray to God, you’ll come back. I hope. and If you don’t come back, you’re always welcome no matter how late. and if you never,
It was nice knowing you. Nice the fact you’ve been part of our lives.
Sounds like you’re dead.
but the good you is.
It sounds harsh, but I’m honest. Now, will you listen to my honest opinion of you? Go ahead, turn your head and shut your ears while i talk, cuz you’re a pussy for that. and g’damn. Who is the real you then? Tumblr says it all. People say Tumblr is life, but in real life, are you the same person in Tumblr?
I hope you’d come back. and Please…come back…