It was a bad, bad, fuckingly bad joke.
He thought it was funny.
Certainly i didnt think so.
In the end, he benefitted from it.
SOAB.
He's not ready.
Honestly, i dont even know what to do anymore.
At sucha tender age of 20, real love seems fiction.
Maybe i should just carry on having fun, and keep him at bay.
Everything i need to know is pretty much laid out for me, its now up to me.
A part of me is crushed, a part of me still holds on to that lit candle.
I pretty much realised Ive been a bit stupid.
But imma be okay.
He is just a boy.
"Lets promise ourselves to be single okay ?"
"Lets promise ourselves to be single okay ?"
Agent Sophie Neveu, please decipher that for me ? 0_o
