im mad at myself, not you. Im mad for always being nice, always apologizing for things I didn't do, for getting attached, for making you my life, depending on you, wasting my time on you, thinking about you, changing for you, forgiving you, wishing for you, dreaming of you, and most of all for not hating you when I know I should but I cant
E v e n t u a l l y ...
you realize that life sucks,
love isn't always real...
and happiness is only for a limited time
you learn who REAL friends are...
you learn to hold back tears,
and you learn how to...
act like you don't care.
& *her heart* finaly told her
to stop wastinq her time
and she gave him one last look
& walked out of his life forever
next time you think your in love,
run your head into a
B R I C K W A L L
it will hurt less in the end.
You're not friends because you sit together at lunch` or talk on the phone; or have matching flip-flops' or can recite each others wardrode. you're bestfriends because when she smiles, a grin forces itself across your face. no matter how mad you are-- when she cries, you instantly feel her pain, & want to cry with her. When you look her in the eyes you know there's no one you could ever trust more. regardless of how many broken hearts you've had. that's what it means to be best friends.
you don't understand me. & you never will.
so don't start that shit about "knowing" how i feel.
I'll wake up one morning & not miss him anymore, that I'll finally understand that when he broke my heart it was for a reason, a reason I just dont understand yet..but mabye soon. & when I do realize, I'll know whithout a doubt that HE MESSED UP & NOT me
she moved on. and i feel
sorry for you, because she thought
you were the most amazing boy
ever. if she could pick any guy in the
world she would have picked you
above the others. she thought you
were different. she was wrong, you're
just another guy to her now
& it's like i don't know you anymore
i don't miss you at all.. i miss who
you used to be.. and who i thought
you were all along
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