Ugh I miss him godammit. Who am I kidding we never even stood a chance I don't know why I thought I might.
I mean sure he was nice, funny, sweet. But he never answers my texts, doesn't even read them and even if he does he doesn't answer like wtf is this?
I'm hurt but I don't cry because crying is for the weak its what I was taught to believe.
Crying? Ha. Dont tell me its okay to do, 'cause I won't believe you.
I have to get up early tomorrow, why am I on wattpad wasting my time to sleep?
So many questions...
So few answers.
Maybe because I miss him. I can't get him out of my head. He plagues my thoughts day and night every hour every second now.
I just have to read our texts and see the love that clearly was there and I'll be fucking mess because I'm a typical white girl tbh.
I mean yeah he's not worth my tears he's just a guy but I thought we could be real. I broke down my walls, allowed him to come in, and look where it got me.
He left me hurt and vulnerable. I won't make that mistake again.
He was my first kiss...
...and probably my last.
