its Monday, ugh!
i know most of people hate Monday, so am I. and it gets more worse than before when you text me. no, i didn't mean to tell you that i don't want you to text me but... your words.
it was killing me and it puts me into bad mood when you said it. uh, if it's your face right in front of me, i'm pretty sure i will punch you. i would say and scream like "WOULD YOU STOP COMPARING MY NOVEL WITH ANOTHER WRITTER'S BECAUSE I KNOW IM SO AMATEUR AND MY NOVEL IS SUCK BUT PLEASE..."
oh ya well maybe you dont know how much your words consume me. but it still hurts.
dude respect me!
YOU ARE READING
him
Poesíai'd still writing, until i stop loving him, atleast. or until he could just get out of my head, in every affection way. . . not a story, just a couples of words.
