I still think about him. Now I wonder what he is thinking. Does he even care about anyone other than himself? Does he think about me? I wonder to much about him. I shouldn't care if he thinks about me because he barely did when we were talking. I wish I could know these things. He didn't care I know that much. He was just like the last one. He listened to me talk just so he could have what he wanted. I knew how that talk was going to end and I was okay with it or I wouldn't have kept pushing the subject. I would have changed the conversation if I didn't want it to end, but I knew what he was doing. It was time to end it. I didn't want to drag it on. Just end it. It was a win win I guess. I got a little bit of conversation and I stopped it before it got to far. I wasn't to deep into it. They were the same person just disguised. My hope is one day they will both see and change but I won't ever know unless they write their wrongs. I got me and my girl, my bestie and that's all I need. Fuck boys.
