Just so you know, I'm still missin him.
It. is. PERFECT. to be single.
I don't need to spend any freakin money to a boy.
I don't need to be emotional about fights with a boy.
I ain't gonna feel sad or jealous when I see my boy with other girl.
I don't need to care about his feelings.
I don't need to be worried if he's out there smokin, or or or drinkin or or or doin illegal things.
I don't need to make sure I'm the only perfect girl in his eyes.
urgh, what the fishh am i doin? too much ego may cause too much drunkness.
why are you doin this to me, you squirrel?!
now i canNOT seem to love you.
i canNot look into your eyes at school.
even if you now i really freakishly want to.
i canNOT stop drawing the smiley the one you loved to make.
i canNOT seem to forget your eyes. your heart-throbbing pair of eyes.
i canNOT seem to forget how you loved f1. and how you tell me you loved that raikkonen.
i canNOT seem to forget you. :'(
this is bullshite. he is taken. he is someone else's. she's better than me. she's better than anybody in his eyes.
i'm sorry. i wasnt supposed to ask his number in the first place. if i knew he was hers, i wouldnt have hurt this much.
why am i always like this? fallin in love with someone who is already taken, who has a girlfriend already, a far better and cuter and gorgeous and lovely than i do. why do i always act like a bullshite?
last night, i dreamed of him. he was wearing his kadet polis outfit. and he was lookin perfectly. perfectly gorgeous. and he was smilin. showin me his awh-so-hot dimples.
ARGH.
it is good. to be single, i mean. i dont need you. i DONT. NEED. you.
It. is. PERFECT. to be single.
I don't need to spend any freakin money to a boy.
I don't need to be emotional about fights with a boy.
I ain't gonna feel sad or jealous when I see my boy with other girl.
I don't need to care about his feelings.
I don't need to be worried if he's out there smokin, or or or drinkin or or or doin illegal things.
I don't need to make sure I'm the only perfect girl in his eyes.
urgh, what the fishh am i doin? too much ego may cause too much drunkness.
why are you doin this to me, you squirrel?!
now i canNOT seem to love you.
i canNot look into your eyes at school.
even if you now i really freakishly want to.
i canNOT stop drawing the smiley the one you loved to make.
i canNOT seem to forget your eyes. your heart-throbbing pair of eyes.
i canNOT seem to forget how you loved f1. and how you tell me you loved that raikkonen.
i canNOT seem to forget you. :'(
this is bullshite. he is taken. he is someone else's. she's better than me. she's better than anybody in his eyes.
i'm sorry. i wasnt supposed to ask his number in the first place. if i knew he was hers, i wouldnt have hurt this much.
why am i always like this? fallin in love with someone who is already taken, who has a girlfriend already, a far better and cuter and gorgeous and lovely than i do. why do i always act like a bullshite?
last night, i dreamed of him. he was wearing his kadet polis outfit. and he was lookin perfectly. perfectly gorgeous. and he was smilin. showin me his awh-so-hot dimples.
ARGH.
it is good. to be single, i mean. i dont need you. i DONT. NEED. you.
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