Dear you, I can't take it anymore. I'm confused. I hate you. You make my life miserable. You really do. I am the kind of person that takes things seriously. Well, certain things anyway. Like love. I take love very seriously. I do not apprieciate it when someone comes up and toys around with it like a tennis racket. Swinging it to and fro. In this game, I am the tennis ball and you are Nadal. You are using the racket as something to hit me in the face! I hate you. You make my life miserable. You really do. Can't you see that I like you? Or are you too blind to see the fact that I may still have feelings for you? Pfft. Some perfect vision you love to brag about. Just be honest with me. I can take it. I'm a big girl now. And not just by size either. I want to like other guys...I really do! But you keep pulling me back! STOP MESSING WITH MY HEAD!!! I hate you. You make my life miserable. You really do... But... I think I still like you. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGHH!!!!!!!! Love me X [Edited] Ignore this. I'm over you now. |