To be honest, leaving your presence ever day without telling you how i really feel is the hardest thing ever. When i agreed to this “friendship” thing, I was fucking lying. You were the first girl that I’ve ever liked and then just like anyone else, somehow i let you hurt me. I would give anything to be with you.
You’d probably look over me at first, but i guarantee you will hear about me later (;
i need a hobby besides blogging and getting sad over cute boys