Sitting in my room. Saying fuck it to the world. You know I would still care about Brad but I’m done. I’m done with these damn moody as shit.
I really did think he is the one. Well he was the once. I guess my mom and Stella are or were correct. Hell I should have listened. Bu what am I doing now. Sitting in my room listening to Taylor Swift’s cd. Ripping up everything that even reminds me of him.
*Loving him was blue like I never knew missing him was dark grew all the way*
Why was my phone going of/. Hahaha it was Brad. I answered it and just let him talk. Bleh … Blah …
