Me

July 26th

you chose her. and you fuck with me. flirting all the time and when I ask about why you say it's how you act. you make me blush and I smile and then my works breaks in two because I know you'll choose her every fucking time. I've given you myself piece by piece and now I'm not whole enough to feel anything but love for you. I am a lost cause. hopefully school will take my mind off of this horror.