NOTE*These are my true feelings on a very minor scale:*
when the past haunts your heart and you can’t find a way to find light… you get desprate.You broke me and didn’t care to ask if everythings okay.Your voice is the only that can tell me that ill be all okay cuz ill believe it. But all I see you doing is flirt with my friends right in front of me acting like it doesn’t matter anymore. You fucking lied and broke your promise. You left when I needed the most. You know what I’ve become and don’t seem to care. I should’ve known you were a fake, you even have a history of it. You’re going through phase after phase and I wonder if that’s all I was to you: just a phase. You didn’t love me, just what I did or what I made you seem. If you truly loved me, I doubt your reasons for leaving wouldn’t be as insignificant and dumb as they were. I hope you’re happy, and I hope you get what get what you fucking deserve. If you still don’t understand why I’m like this you have to be stupid as fuck. But hey, you never caught on fast so maybe you are. What do I know? You changed into someone. Some stranger, a desperate poser, or some bitter teen. But all I know, is that who you are now isn’t the person I fell in love with. Of course,I do still love you, but the bitterness and spite continues to grow with each passing day, along with my feelings of love towards you. You seem to get prettier and prettier everyday and it amazes me. But maybe that’s all you are: just another pretty face. Thanks for the happiness you helped me to realize was possible, and fuck you for doing this to me. Karma will kick both our asses that’s for sure