Let’s keep the ball rolling, shall we? :D
All my friends are too busy to hang out with me. Honestly it just feels like the majority of the people I actually want to spend time with brush me off all the time like I’m nothing. Maybe the only reason I like them more than other people is because I somehow gravitate towards people that make me feel like shit. I don’t know what that says about me as a friend, but I’m pretty sure I don’t want to know the truth. Well, it’s about that time of the evening where I listen to my emo music and shut out the world more than I already do.
What about me made you want to move on so badly?
What about loving me were you afraid of?
What makes me only good enough to be an object…
Yet her, a person, an equal, a lover?
You’re a fucking idiot, and I wish I could get over the fact that last year happened.