sabes...
i was ready to like someone, anyone, so much and move past you and it's just always a b*tch slap in the face.
i know better than to fill my mind with fantasies, but alas i fantasized and now i'm sad. not because of you, or you, but because of me. i'm disappointed in me.
how dare i do this to myself over and over again
y es porque creo en amor
particularly the cutesy kind. *breathe*















