Today was a shitty day. I couldn't take it anymore. You didn't text me for 3 daysand it really got me so damn emotional.
I thought you were one of those jerks, who want me just to fulfill their needs, and then they fuck off.
Finally gathered the courage to text you. And you told me stuff I never knew about. Appparently I texted you in a very offensive manner. But in my phone, I had no such records of these messaged.
I tried to tell you this, I tried to explain to you but you just wouldn't listen to me would you.
It's ironic how you asked me to trust you, but then you don't trust me.
I don't usually trust people easily but you somehow got me into it. And then you just decide to disappear and leave me hanging, wondering what I've done.
I swear, I never sent any of those messages. I don't know any other possible way to explain this to you. If you don't believe me, I can't do anything about it. It's your choice.
I miss you so much and you aren't even my boyfriend.
I opened up to you. I don't usually open up to people easily, but there was just something about you that made it so easy for me to open up.
Honestly, why would I want to lie to you about anything? Why would I want to lie to anyone about anything? I am already such an emotional mess who gets depressed over the littlest of things. I wouldn't lie to you about those texts. I swear I didn't do anything, yet you left me. You still don't believe me don't you?
I only knew you for a week yet you made me feel so loved, so special, so happy. I wasn't as emotional as I was before. But then now, everything is gone. You are gone. Everything just crushed upon me.
And I'm left to think, what have I done to deserve this. Why does everyone leave me in the end? What's wrong with me? Am I like a people-repellant or something?
Listen. I like you, but I guess you only treat me as a fling. I had too many high hopes. I thought that you'd end up being my boyfriend one day, but I was so wrong.
I cried. Alot. You wouldn't know this. Even if you do, I bet you wouldn't give a fuck because you don't care aout me anymore. Because you think I'm some bitch who lets insecurities get the better of me. I'm not. I don't know how to put this in any other way.
You're leaving me for something I didn't do.
I don't want you to leave me. I really don't. You mean so much to me now. I hate this.
I miss how when we met, we instantly clicked, although we had so many awkward moments. We barely spoke. But when I looked at you, I felt so happy. Nothing else could ruin this. I eagerly wait to meet you everyday after school. Spend some time with you. Share a few kisses here and there. Be like a couple. Playfully pushing you away because I honestly am scared. I miss how you'd always pull me in closer after every kiss. How you'd hug me tighter whenever I let go from the hug. How you'd nuzzle up to my neck. How you'd tell me I look fine just the way I am. How you'd always want to slap me for having too many scars. How you'd cuddle me from the back and kiss me. How you'd cup my face. How you'd try to get me to kiss you. How your hand fit so perfectly into mine. How your hands rested so beautifully around my waist. How you'd tuck my hair behind my ear.
Your neck kisses. Your cheek kisses. You.
I don't love you, but I honestly want to.
I thought you were one of those jerks, who want me just to fulfill their needs, and then they fuck off.
Finally gathered the courage to text you. And you told me stuff I never knew about. Appparently I texted you in a very offensive manner. But in my phone, I had no such records of these messaged.
I tried to tell you this, I tried to explain to you but you just wouldn't listen to me would you.
It's ironic how you asked me to trust you, but then you don't trust me.
I don't usually trust people easily but you somehow got me into it. And then you just decide to disappear and leave me hanging, wondering what I've done.
I swear, I never sent any of those messages. I don't know any other possible way to explain this to you. If you don't believe me, I can't do anything about it. It's your choice.
I miss you so much and you aren't even my boyfriend.
I opened up to you. I don't usually open up to people easily, but there was just something about you that made it so easy for me to open up.
Honestly, why would I want to lie to you about anything? Why would I want to lie to anyone about anything? I am already such an emotional mess who gets depressed over the littlest of things. I wouldn't lie to you about those texts. I swear I didn't do anything, yet you left me. You still don't believe me don't you?
I only knew you for a week yet you made me feel so loved, so special, so happy. I wasn't as emotional as I was before. But then now, everything is gone. You are gone. Everything just crushed upon me.
And I'm left to think, what have I done to deserve this. Why does everyone leave me in the end? What's wrong with me? Am I like a people-repellant or something?
Listen. I like you, but I guess you only treat me as a fling. I had too many high hopes. I thought that you'd end up being my boyfriend one day, but I was so wrong.
I cried. Alot. You wouldn't know this. Even if you do, I bet you wouldn't give a fuck because you don't care aout me anymore. Because you think I'm some bitch who lets insecurities get the better of me. I'm not. I don't know how to put this in any other way.
You're leaving me for something I didn't do.
I don't want you to leave me. I really don't. You mean so much to me now. I hate this.
I miss how when we met, we instantly clicked, although we had so many awkward moments. We barely spoke. But when I looked at you, I felt so happy. Nothing else could ruin this. I eagerly wait to meet you everyday after school. Spend some time with you. Share a few kisses here and there. Be like a couple. Playfully pushing you away because I honestly am scared. I miss how you'd always pull me in closer after every kiss. How you'd hug me tighter whenever I let go from the hug. How you'd nuzzle up to my neck. How you'd tell me I look fine just the way I am. How you'd always want to slap me for having too many scars. How you'd cuddle me from the back and kiss me. How you'd cup my face. How you'd try to get me to kiss you. How your hand fit so perfectly into mine. How your hands rested so beautifully around my waist. How you'd tuck my hair behind my ear.
Your neck kisses. Your cheek kisses. You.
I don't love you, but I honestly want to.