I don't really understand what crawled up your ass with your comment that you left me earlier. As in earlier this month, but y'know it doesn't affect me
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I hate...that you have this kind of affect on me. It kills me. [[I'm high right now, so things will be more honest and blunt.]] I don't know...you just know the things to say to me. You know what ticks me off and what makes me laugh. I hate that you know those kinds of things, but then again, I don't. I'm not sure why I went off on you like that. I was angry. I felt like you deserved that for what you put me through. I still think about you. A lot. A lot more than you'd probably believe.
I can't finish this comment now. There's really fucking rude, nosey people around me. I'll finish later.
You know me. You know it all about me. And I fucking despise that thought, because you could easily use that shit against me someday. And that thought scares me...
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I can't finish this comment now. There's really fucking rude, nosey people around me. I'll finish later.
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Back to what I was saying.
You know me. You know it all about me. And I fucking despise that thought, because you could easily use that shit against me someday. And that thought scares me...
I'm not sorry for what I said.
I had to.
ilu2.
--Ivy
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