February 2012
Ignore this post.
I really wish people knew what kind of person you truly were. That all you cared about is what people think of you. And that when people are nice and try to get close to you, you treat them like shit because you’re too scared to let anybody in.
You call me immature for deleting you off Facebook, well I’m not the one who flipped shit when it happened.
You tell me that I’m...
I dreamed you were actually being civil with me.
God, I hate my dreaming self.