“Now i’m moving on, forget you. Oh, now i’m speical? I ain’t feel special when i was with you. All i ever felt was this helplessness. Imprisoned by a selfish bitch, chew me up and spit me. I’ve fell for this so many times it’s ridiculous, and still i stick with this. I’m sick of this, but in my sickness and addiction. You’re addictive as they get. Evil as they come, vindictive as they make ‘em. My friends keep asking me why i can’t just walk away, i’m addicted. To the pain, the stress, the drama…..”
Lol… don’t even talk to me. I gave you too many chances. you blew them all. that’s your fault.

Lol… don’t even talk to me.

I gave you too many chances. you blew them all. that’s your fault.

Why can’t she see i like her?

Why can’t she see i like her?

Fuck everybody Fuck the girl who played me. Fuck the girl who used me. Fuck the guy i thought i could trust. Fuck the girl who called me worthless. Fuck the girl who said she “loved” me. Fuck the girl who said she “hated” me. And most of all. Fuck the girls i fall for… i always get screwed over.

Fuck everybody

Fuck the girl who played me.

Fuck the girl who used me.

Fuck the guy i thought i could trust.

Fuck the girl who called me worthless.

Fuck the girl who said she “loved” me.

Fuck the girl who said she “hated” me.

And most of all.

Fuck the girls i fall for… i always get screwed over.

Will you please just say… yes.

Will you please just say…

yes.

I’m sorry for flipping out on you for no reason But there is absolutely no other way to say what i want to say because i feel like i always get shot down.

I’m sorry for flipping out on you for no reason

But there is absolutely no other way to say what i want to say because i feel like i always get shot down.

I can’t tell if you’re scared of me, or of what i offer. Because what i offer is something you’ve never been offered before. a relationship where you won’t be judge. where you won’t be used. where you can always count on me to be there to you, and listen to you. where i won’t turn off my phone at night so i don’t have to listen to you. AND I SWEAR TO GOD YOU CAN KEEP MY SWEATSHIRT TOO! i won’t flip out on you if you don’t want to give it back, like someone did.

I can’t tell if you’re scared of me, or of what i offer.

Because what i offer is something you’ve never been offered before. a relationship where you won’t be judge. where you won’t be used. where you can always count on me to be there to you, and listen to you. where i won’t turn off my phone at night so i don’t have to listen to you. AND I SWEAR TO GOD YOU CAN KEEP MY SWEATSHIRT TOO! i won’t flip out on you if you don’t want to give it back, like someone did.

Why am i posting on here and not texting you this? Because this will show how you feel, if you text me or not. if you admit to what you feel. until then… i just don’t know.

Why am i posting on here and not texting you this?

Because this will show how you feel, if you text me or not. if you admit to what you feel. until then… i just don’t know.

Why does the word “why” exist. It only causes problems

Why does the word “why” exist.

It only causes problems