I thought love would be great. Love would be like bathing in a tub of happiness. Holding hands, texting each other til late night. Smiling everytime you see each other. Telling each other secrets. Answering the phone instantly. Saying I love you.
but no. I was wrong.
love for me is like... Hiding from him everytime I see him. Crying every single night. Wondering what have I done wrong.
i mean like... Is it so hard to even.. Reply me?
i message you day and night, trying to control my voice everytime I call you. Am I that bad? Bad til the point you don't even answer me? Bad til the point I called you out for dinner and that you reject me, but the next moment you call her and ask her out?
If that's the case.. Why don't you tell me to get lost? Why are you killing me like this?
And I know. You are not afraid to hurt others feelings. Don't tell me you are too shy to ask me out. That's bull. That's not you.
im sick of girls squealing over you and handing you notes and presents. I'm sick of girls telling me what you did to them. "Oh he held my hand." "Oh he called me." " oh he asked me to go to school with him."
im sick of it.
To the point that I just want to die...
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