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According to my accordion I d'accord
What could be more romantic than spending every second thinking about you?
I am not following the rules of being the perfect girlfriend. I am flirting too much, avoiding him and all his incessant questions and need, and almost leaving him for one of his best friends. The thing is, I don't feel exactly bad. These stupid policies, I don't follow.
I just got back from the gym. My hair is a mess and I'm sitting here trying to regain my strength. I'm finally feeling strong and almost beautiful. It's working. I'm becoming exactly who I want to be.
My figure is less than perfect. I just got back from a run, to improve my figure. All I want is to be perfect and skinny, but that can't be achieved when I eat so much \Nutella and good food that is not necessarily good for me. What can I say? I'm a girl and I have to watch my figure, but it's so difficult for me, because I am so addicted to food that does not flatter my figure.
Head over heels in love, that's what we used to be... Not anymore. Now we barely talk and I am in love with someone else. You are unaware and I am unwilling to share my feelings. I wish we could go back the way we used to be, head over heels in love.
I wander aimlessly as I am told nothing but the truth. These words circle endless around me, maneuvering until I can't walk anymore. I don't know where or who I am, but I wander until my feet are content.
You don't ask me questions, you say them as if they're statements. It bothers me, the way you act so superior, even though everyone thinks less of you. You make up lies and stories, create so much drama. Your constant high is always putting people down. Letting out secrets that aren't yours and blaming me for "ruining the string of information". Have fun riding down your stream of infertility.
Be an example. Someone that is looked up to. Someone that people can be inspired by. Just be someone you want to be! But please, don't make an example out of me. It's nothing I want, nothing I can be. So please, don't make an example out of me.
The local barber always cuts my hair. He has a peculiar mustache that sometimes scares me. He is the only man I trust with my hair, I can only pray he does a good job. Mustaches can be suspicious.
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