I was so jealous.
Of whovlever that dide at dance was.
Of him "accidentally" touching your ass.
Of her, that one friend you can't seem to forget.
Of that you liked him and not me.
Of all the people that also liked you.
Of the fact that he planned to kiss you on my birthday.
That made me protective over you.
Cause I couldn't stand someone ever hurting you.
Of soemone ever using you.
Of the wrong person getting all your attention.
Cause I know who am am.
And who I can be to you.
I'm jealous,not even sorry.
I can't help it.
The quote: Jelousy make you nasty....
Jelousy means you just care. Care a lot. So much that you'll disregard everything just for what you care about.
I'm jealous.
For you.
Not about you.
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confusion's illusion
Romancea love story. well the one side of it. And a cluster of random other parts of my story.
