I hate how I'm always lonely or sad
I hate how you always dissappoint me and make me mad
I hate how she went out with the boy that made my heart flutter
I hate how I like her brother
Saddened by the horrifying things that as a child that I've seen or done and I wish I could reverse time or have never been born to undue everyone else's hurt. Who are you?
I don't know. What bothers me the most is that I'm here trying to help you- with open arms, and you walk away. I hope you know that this is your last oppourtunity to fix right from wrong cause I'm tired of saying sorry for sh*t that I didn't do and that I tried to prevent. But it's okay cause in the end the final decision is yours...
You asked me what I saw in you. I bit my lip and knew the question would come. I was stunned you of all people would ask me that but I wasn’t totally surprised. I mean everyone else had asked me - why shouldn't you?