you get the feeling he doesn’t even want to be friends.
the more I think about the friday, the more i get irritated. It was clearly all work, no play…at all, except for an adorable persistent little dog. I could remember the stiffness of his voice, “mom, this is lea” so bleak, so expressionless. Isn’t a normal response “this is my friend lea”?
He didn’t even introduce his adorable little sister to me, her name is probably going to be unknown to me for life.
My mom frowned when she heard i was offered no food or drinks.
I brushed it off saying it was okay.
but these little things say something.
I don’t like him anymore thats for sure, but I mean all I was asking for was to be his friend, thats all I asked for. And I get such stiffness..
but at times I could feel some warmth. I’m so frustrated
what am I?
All I am is just a musician you see me as nothing else, how come it feels like people just see me like that? I’m a tool, whether it be to get some APUSH or english answers or merely because i appointed you to accompany me.
It makes me gloomy that thats how guys view me.
writing poetry lately??
oh and hes a loser