This time, it's different. It's my fault again, were on a temporar break. Bullshit temporary. He needs to think, no matter how much I'd like to think that we;re going to get back together, I don't want to bring up hopes up.
Today, I cried in his arms; why? Cos I was such a bitch throughout the day he was still there holding me. I mean, who the fuck does that. Then I was wrong.
Shit happened and the break happened. Why is everytime that I start to actually begin to love them shit fucken happens? Yes it takes me about 3 months to develop proper feelings, and up until the 3 months, everythings fine. It's when I start actually caring and shit things change. I hate myself. I hate how I am. I will die lonely.
Posted at 05:52 am by rainbow-coloured-cray0ns
