December 2010
i love your smiley faces.
i love how you put sleepy instead of tired.
i love how you text me once a day everyday.
i love how we can carry on a conversation about anything.
i love how we have so much in common.
but yet were so different.
i love how you use big words.
i love how you listen to things i tell you.
i love that your shy.
i love that your a nerd.
i love that your not the hottest...
I’ll never be over you.
When we were little you would steal my jacket and I would chase you,
When we were in third grade you told me you liked me,
When we were in sixth grade we dated,
In 9th grade you told me to stay out of your life,
and everyone swore we were made for eachother.
I guess they were wrong.
When I hear insults from the ones I care about is when I believe them the most.
And I keep hoping for a better day. I keep hoping for a miracle.
My friend has everything.
Looks.
Material objects.
Money.
Guys.
But today she said shed give it all up for parents that cared.
It made me wanna cry.
I love you,
How could you do that to her? How could you do that to any of us. We love you so much. But you still dont care.
I hate you.
I hate you.
I hate you.
End of story.
We let people walk all over us all the time. And we do nothing about it.