All I know is you constantly bailing is KILLING ME, and I don’t know how much longer I can take it.
Seriously? This has been my life story for the past month, AND NOW YOU SHOW UP?
I don’t know why, but I was thinking about this,
“Taylor, I feel like we would be a lot closer if you weren’t daiting my brother.”
When you’re the first person I see when I get to Capital, it just sets me up for a bad day. I hate thinking about you, I hate thinking about the summer because it always comes back to YOU. I hate that you can control my moods/emotions like this. I cannot stand you, no matter how hard I try. No matter how many people describe you as nice, you will always be the stupid bitch in my eyes.
And yet I don’t get why I keep going and looking at your facebook.
It isn’t a fairytail or a story book, and it doesn’t always come easy. Love is overcoming obsticles, facing challenges, fighting to be together, holding on and never letting go, it’s a short word, easy to spell, difficult to define, impossible to live without. Love is work, but most of all, love is realizing that every hour, every minute, every second of it was worth it because you did it together.
I got the urge to text You and ask you what you’ve been up to. It kills me inside that I no longer can.
When I see you with another person, I automatically flip the fuck out. The thought of you being with another person kills me inside. I try to act like it doesn’t bother me, but trust me, it does. Way down, deep in me, I want you for myself. If only I wasn’t that kind of person. My life would be surprisingly easy.