Never too old to jump in puddles.
The inevitable downfall
I used to be your favorite. You used to miss me. You used to not be able to go a few hours without letting me know you were thinking about me. You used to be make me feel beautiful… Because you used to say it. You used to say you wanted to know me. I guess I used to be of interest to you. You used to make me smile. You used to want to make me smile. You used to think about me all the time… And maybe you still do but it used to be all good things. I used to hang on to every little word you said, because you used to look me in the eye when you said it. I used to wake up every morning and look at my phone to see if you sent me a text, and if you hadn’t yet, I used to wait around until you did. You always did… or at least you used to. You used to love me… And I used to believe it.
Anonymous
Grip
I say things like “I wanna be an English major”, because I like to write. I don’t believe I’ll ever follow through, but it’s nice to know that there is a career path out there that will make me happy. Although every time I say it, I feel like a liar. I don’t want to learn how to become better at something I already like to do, because I fear that I’ll lose passion for it.
Hey Babe <3
Hey chickee… I’m still lost over here, lol… I’m getting there tho :D thanks for all the info
