Tell me why you keep coming back.
Why when I finally become happy, you come swooping in as if you never even left.
Because I hate to admit it, but I have no self control.
And while I very much can be the jealous type, if I was thrown into a situation, I'm not sure what I would do.
I hate that.
Maybe I can partly blame it on how much Alex fucked me up.
Although, I was already practically shattered before he even got his hands on me.
I don't do anything about this various thoughts.
I'm just worried what I would do if it happened to come true.
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random thoughts & scrawls
Acakthis is simply where i post all of my randomly thought of and scrawled out stories/thoughts/ideas/words in general
