December 2011
54 posts
you drive me up a wall.
with your bipolar moodiness and smart ass comments. we may not be together, but believe it or not, i like you. and i hope you like me to. you call me babe and love, and then the next minute, you a silent asshole. your quick witted and it seems as if there’s no way to keep you calm or tame in any way. i can clearly see you build things up inside and i want to come inside to see what’s...
Your just so perfect
It makes me want to die.
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I’ve decided to just chill. i worry too much and that’s not good at all. so, note to self: just have fun with it. relax and don’t think to much.
