i’m bitter. i havent had the chance to express my thoughts.
although i miss him, its as though he completely forgot about me. i’m forgettable. yeah, i brought you to a concert. i’m upset that we don’t have conversations. all it comes down to is how we’re doing and hi. hi. hi.
you continue to make me incredibly frustrated. ahhhhh. i dont even KNOW you. i’m lame. i’m a chaser for boys i dont know.
ones who claim that they’ll see me in a few days, ones who give me certain looks and goes home with my friend instead of me, ones who reconfirm that it was a great first date, ones who dont know who i exist, ones who are too good for me, ones who are straight, and ones who couldnt really give a fuck that i exist.
