Tuesday, May 29, 2012

Sorry, but not sorry.

I’m sorry I did what I did. You would probably hate me if you knew.
But, I’m not sorry cause it was totally worth it. I’ll go to the grave with this secret.

SORRY BUT NOT SORRY. TROLOLOL.

Wednesday, May 9, 2012

I just need someone that will change my opinion.

Tuesday, April 17, 2012

Sometimes I think things.
Then I realize that I was completely wrong.

Why do I think I’m cut out for certain things?
Especially when I know, underneath it all, that is not my lifestyle.

Monday, March 5, 2012 Saturday, February 11, 2012

For someone I claim to not like, I sure do think about you quite often.

I should come with a warning label.

I’m poisonous.

I’m a terrible person and I’m waiting for you to see that. Or I’m waiting for you to run out of game to spit at me. Because it’s only for so long that I can pretend that I’m a sweetheart and that you can keep sending me cute one liners that make the blood rush to my cheeks.

You’re going to get sick of chasing me cause I’m so difficult. There will be a day where you don’t feel the need to complement me anymore. And you’ll give up on me. But that’s okay.

I don’t want anything serious. I don’t want the title. I don’t want the commitment. As fun and sweet and hilarious as you are, I don’t want things to get complicated the way relationships tend to do. I don’t want to worry about who you’re seeing, what you’re doing, who you’re doing. — For now at least.

Once you realize that I don’t want any of this, you’re gonna realize how heartless of a person I am. You might as well give up on me now cause I’m not even worth your troubles, sir.

Monday, January 9, 2012

My Wiggle,

I just need you to sit there as I talk. Not just about you but, everything.

I’m fully aware that that’s too much to ask. We know I’m demanding.

I keep trying. But I just don’t know if that’s something you want.

Tell me to stop and I will. I won’t ever fucking look back.

You need to give me some sort of sign, though.

I’m terribly sorry that this is hard on you.

I am awfully difficult. Again, sorry.

You know this is about you.

If you still check on me.

— And I promise myself that this will be the last post ever about you, unless things get “better.” I super pinky promise myself. Gosh, “frailty, thy name is woman” really does ring true for me. Whore. Ugh, why am I so dreadful.