This is not going to make me happy. I can see where this is headed. I am going to be broken and left alone, like last time. Like every time. I need to get over me. I need to get over you. I need to get out to get back in. I can’t. I can’t give up. I need to, though. Save myself. But maybe, for now we can pretend. And I can try. InsyaAllah.
I guess what makes me different from most girls is that I’m not the type to squeal all over you and I don’t ask for your attention at all times. I know what I want and I know how to get it but I don’t hurt people along the way. I can be a bitch but I’m also a weird obnoxious loser, but hey that’s the truth in me. I guess you can say I’m complicated, but I’d rather be difficult than easy any day. I can be hard to figure out sometimes, but if you know me, I’m not that much of a confusing person. So, why don’t you actually open up your heart instead of just your eyes and take a look at me, and then tell me if you’re still in love with her.
You spend so much of your life basing yourself on what you think other people think of you. Then you realize that maybe one of the purposes of life is not to care.
About me
I've got my own fairytale , My prince , my princess , my pixies . I've got my own drama , my bitches , my backstabbers , my liars . I've got my own storybook , my lines , my plot , my happy ending . Read to know THE END .
