I’m so stressed out about that damn boy, to the point where I’m dreaming about yelling at him. I’m not dumb, I know exactly what is going on and I prepared for it. I obviously wasn’t ready and I fell for him way to hard. But wouldn’t you if a guy wrote you a poem, told you the exact things you wanted to hear, and treated you like you were the only one. Fuck this. Fuck him. I’m going back to sleep.
this is me. everything here basically describes me pretty well. From the venting to the pictures I saw and went "oooooh pretty" this is how I am. I'm a neo-maxi-zoom-deweby, and im damn proud of it =D.
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