January 2011
I hate feeling like this. I'm just so lost.
Why is it that you make it your mission to hurt me? You’ll let me cry on your shoulder when I’m hurting. You’re gonna tell me you love me. You’re gonna pretend that I mean more to you then I actually do. Then you’re just going to leave me standing there with out any answers…. but you’re plan has a hitch. You’ve always believed that I’d crumble...
“She’s not a saint, and she’s not what you think. She’s an...”
