why does he say he loves me? you kiss my fucking friend, talk to me like once every blue moon, and all of a sudden you ask me to marry you. then you get pissed when i say i'm not sure i even know you. you get pissed when i don't say i love you back.
I DON'T FUCKING BELIEVE IN LOVE. okay?
i've told you this. you said you understand.
i will always have a special fondness for you because you talked me out of suicide that one dark night.
i just don't know. it's not like you sprung your affection for me on at a great time either. ew father's day? fuck that.
oh ya. and how the hell do you expect me to tell the friend, hmm? ya. not gonna happen. i'm not letting her know.
i don't know what to do.
i like being loved.
i just don't know what i want.
i'm a danger to myself.
i'm going out of order.
this blog doesn't follow the notebook.
not that it was ever mean to make sense.
i'm a fucking tramp.
someone please knock some sense into me. or just kill me now. thanks.
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